A gorgeous bouquet of pink roses and lilies, dinner at a classy waterfront restaurant where the sun set and the sailboats slid by, and he opened every door. Perfection.
Then he asks to steal a kiss as his truck idles at the foot of my driveway.
Memories come flooding back. Past loves I knew inside and out. When they held me they held ALL of me: the lovely, unique, ugly, quirky, and flawed.
What did this stranger want to kiss?
So shyly I smile, shake my head, and feel my heart turn heavy as I trudge up the driveway.
One day I'll get the real thing.
