by Cindi Rill

Created on: May 10, 2008

It was a warm, sunny afternoon. There was a knock on the door. I leaned through the kitchen and there stood, the most handsome man! I had always felt this strong attraction to him. He was always involved with someone. I had been out of the state for some time and I had not seen him for quite a while. I met him through my ex. They grew up together and they used to have a pretty close relationship. Something apparently happened to end their comradery. Which came as no surprise to me. I was all too familiar with the actions and intolerable behavior of my estranged partner.

The door cracked and moaned, on it's hinges, as always. I always felt a little embarrassed about that, for whatever reason? I always forgot to pick up the grease that was needed to alleviate the noise, from the straining hardware.

He walked in and asked, if I knew where Bill was? I became adamant and a little perturbed, that he would even ask such a question. "Why in the hell, would I know where that jerk is?", I replied. An irresistible smile came over his face. His blond hair sparkling in the sun, framed his gorgeous masculine jaw-line and his bright blue eyes. Like he kinda knew that I wouldn't have a clue where the ex was. I made it perfectly clear, pretty frequently, how I felt about that man. All the while, he was standing there beaming. I couldn't help but notice the deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, as he smiled. A map of all of the smirks and smiles from the past.

That is when it all started. Deep down, I had the suspicion that he wasn't really searching for his long, lost, friend. We reacquainted ourselves. We would get together and just hang out. We would build, warm, toasty fires and sit in the still, chilly, evening, spring, air and just have fun together. We would talk into the wee hours of the night. He was involved, as usual, with another woman. I just pretended, that we were no more than friends. I believe people began to suspect that there was something between us, before there ever was. Before we knew there would be................... Before he thought there would be.

He was a truck driver and there were so many nights that I missed him terribly. I couldn't announce my feelings. The feeling of him not being there, felt like there was something missing, a part of my heart, my soul. I would do anything for him.
The lady that he was with, befriended me. She would confide in me. She told me intimate things about their union. My charade continued. It was very difficult to hide

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