She wonders where all the time went and how the hell did she get here, doing things she no longer enjoyed. Being married to the same man just bored her now, she didn't feel any love for this man she had shared half her life with.
At first is was exciting to fall in love, the endless nights of talking till the sun came up. Making love, two bodies as one, the exploration of souls with every tender touch. Now she wondered where did that all go, did it die with her dreams.
She knew deep inside she does not have the courage to change anything, he still loved her, and the last time she let her feelings be known he just broke down in tears. They made love that night and it felt like the first time, so for a while she felt happy but now the old anxieties have returned and she just wants to fly away and live a life filled with romance and adventure.
She finshes up the washing up, and wipes the sink dry, oh she hates a wet sink, has to be dry, bone dry.
She sits down on the sofa, he beckons to her to come sit next to him, she walks over and sits close, her whole body aching to be held, he turns to look at her, with unspoken words he holds her close to his chest.
She smiles to herself and thinks, maybe just maybe this is all the romance and adventure she really needs.
And deep down she still loved him and maybe one day it can be like it used to be.
