“But he wasn’t doing anything. You show a woman you love her by what you do for her from opening her door to making sure that bumps in the road of life are smoothed out. That she wants and worries for nothing. That when you think about sex, it’s her face in your fantasies, her body you’re touching, her lips you’re kissing. That every day you remind her that she is the first thought in your mind when you wake up and the last thought before you drop off to sleep.”
“Oh” I said.
“Yeah, Oh” with that he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. I sat there stunned for a moment. Bo’s belief in love was hotter than I had ever expected an expression of love to be. I had always viewed love as a more esoteric emotion, I guess. For Bo, though, love was a visceral and tangible thing. And one that made me want to be the object of it.
Published on March 16, 2013 20:24