(Hello gentle reader. So here's the 60th chapter of my love story with my neighbor. I thought this one would be a good romance one. Sometimes when you find a good person, you just want to be with them all the time and this talks about it. The woman I call my muse had become a major part of my life and has helped me through things. I wish every person could find one just like her. This as always is dedicated to her. )
One of the best things about my neighbor besides all the wonderful things I have said about her already is the fact she knows how to persuade me to take better care of myself. One of the first ways she did that was persuading me to keep living, even after the death of my wife. She was the closest friend I had during those initial few weeks prior to losing her husband. It was one of the things that kept us so close was the desire to support each other.
Another thing that surprised me happened soon after we started our deeper relationship. She was looking through my kitchen for stuff to make and was shocked at the junk I had in my kitchen. She looked at me with that look of alarm before she grabbed my hand.
"We're going food shopping," she told me.
"I have food," I said in a defensive manner.
She looked at me with those beautiful eyes before I softened and followed her to her car. We drove to the grocery store and started finding better food than the microwave burritos and pizzas I had in the freezer. It was the first of many times we went shopping together. But she helped me to realize I would be around longer if I ate better. I am in her debt for that lesson.
She also helped me out plenty of times when it came to clothes. It had gotten to the point that she was over before I dressed for different occasions. She even started slipping new things in my dresser for me to put on at various times. The first time she put a package of boxers in there, I was defensive at first. Since then, since I only wear them when I'm handling job related stuff, they feel pretty normal now.
