There are so many paths in life that one could take that sets off other things. I always thought about that many times, especially after I lost Missy. I met Missy at a restaurant where we were both working. It took about six months until we became friends and another few months before we started dating. I rejected other offers during that time. It was not because I stalked Missy, but because I felt like I was not ready. It would have been way different if I would have dated any of the other offers, but Missy was a wonderful woman. She allowed me to explore my fantasies to an extent and became a great partner.
It was a surprise to me how much Missy confided in my neighbor regarding those things. My neighbor referred to it many times during our times together. The fact she was so up front about her past before Mitchell was a surprise to me. She admitted that she was hurt before, and that Mitchell was her steady knight from courtship to his passing. There were still times she would come over just to talk and allow herself to grieve.
It's one reason why I finally understood why she was not willing to move in when I asked. The house they lived in represented her husband to her. It was the solid recovery post, even after all the things we did. I figured it out although it took a while. It was at that moment when we were in bed together at her place that it finally clicked. I kissed her a little deeper when it hit. She looked at me lovingly.
"That was different, Romeo," she said.
'I just had a thought."
I could feel her steady herself at that moment. Rather than let her get defensive, I kissed her again and wrapped my arms around her tighter. She started to loosen a little before giving me that look.
"What's on your mind, Sport?"
"I'm an idiot."
