I know I always talk about how wonderful my neighbor is. I know to some that makes me sound like I'm whipped. It isn't really. The weird thing is that it all started just by opening myself up with her back before our spouses both passed. It is true she made the first move. I was not going to at first just because I wasn't sure what stage of grief she was in. Losing a loved one is difficult and the one big thing to remember is to have that support system to help. In my case, she was and is the only one in my system that's not work-related.
She has siblings in her system, and it was one of those times that she went to visit with her sister for a couple weeks. This is the sister that has that husband who worships our former president. Her sister invited her down and even though she extended the invite to include me, my neighbor wanted to keep the pressure off me. I gave her a deep kiss before she slipped into her car and made the trip. She texted me after she arrived, and I sent back a thumbs up emoji to let her know I received the message.
It was a quiet two weeks. When she was getting ready for bed, she would call, and we would talk about what happened. I looked forward to those calls. It was very needful, especially when I couldn't just walk over and spend time with her. My assistant was checking on me more often during that time just because she received a message from my neighbor that I might need it. It felt weird having a daily phone call from her also.
Soon enough, the two weeks were over. I heard her car pulling in her driveway. It prompted me to go up to the window to catch a glimpse of her. As I looked out for her, there was already a knock at my door. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see her face. It wasn't a happy one. I opened the door and opened my arms before she ran into them crying. I stood there letting her cry for as long as she wanted.
It was when she started to calm down that she looked up at me and pressed her lips together. I kissed her gently at first before my desires took over and I started to kiss deeper. She was receptive to that as my arms slipped down to the small of her back. We stood there in the doorway kissing just like that until both of us pulled back to breather. It was then she looked up at me and smiled.
"I missed you, Leo," she whispered.
