As she stands before me, framed by the rays of the rising sun, I think about the paths that brought us to this point.
While neither of us was actually coming out of darkness, happiness had long been absent from our lives. Both of us had dealt with the failure of long term relationships and wondered if it was even possible to have a meaningful one. All of that changed the moment we met.
The chemistry between us was almost instantaneous. I could see that. But, I also mistook her reserved nature for an indication she was not yet ready for someone new. Fortunately, my desire for a true connection overrode the blunder of almost missing the opportunity to have her in my life.
I had given up all hope it was even possible that I would spend the rest of my life with someone, yet here we are. Any doubt of that possibility is gone.
I take the last few steps toward her, as she holds out her hand to me. She turns her head and smiles, and we move forward into the light of a new day.
Apologies, once more, to Jane Dougherty for a response that is not really a story but rather what amounts to a few seconds of introspection in a moment of forward momentum. Her Microfiction challenge #13: Woman in the sun offers Woman before the Rising Sun, a painting by Caspar David Friedrich. As always, Jane’s critique is welcome.
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