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A hint of a smile teases me, thinking might get the dimple, but I don’t. “No, I guess I should correct myself and say, I’ve never done anything with anyone more beautiful than you. Ever.”
I just knew you were my neighbor. That day, I knew I wanted to know you. I wanted to know the woman who would take on cows for pets and throw attitude back at me as fast as I could dish it out and who gives her wine away to neighbors. Then I learned you were meeting with a high-level target and that target was lookin’ at you like he was interested in everything but your wine. On top of all that, for the first time in my life, I find myself having to work to stay focused. I’m always focused, but it slips when I’m around you.”
“I’m saying when that focus slips, I feel it everywhere. So yeah, you were safe with the sensors and the cameras alerting me of a threat, but you’re fucking crazy if you think I could’ve left you last night. Not after you cried in my arms and I saw the fear in your eyes. No way could I leave you.”
It’s easy to see she can dish back your shit but still be all woman for you to enjoy, protect, and love on. You put that together with being targeted by old KGB, there’s no hope. You’re a fuckin’ goner.”
I’d say I hope it’s worth it—that he won’t let me down—that in the end it will be worth following my heart instead of my head. But at that moment, it was. It totally was. And I’ve decided to blame it all on the dimple.
“Worth every minute of ten years. Never thought I’d say this, but I’d do it all again if I knew you were waiting for me at the end.”
Certain moments in life become etched in your soul. For me, I have merely a handful. Buried deep, they’re entwined, tangled, and even disheveled. Living together forever, they create who we are and how we see the world. More so, how we react to it, even live within it. Much like the vines that create my wine, it’s hard to see where one ends and the other begins.
