Your flesh is radiant in the mid-afternoon sun. Your lips are so vibrant, they remind me of a sweet red pepper ripened to perfection. I miss having you here beside me. I know that I messed up. Things have become so odd between us these last few years and I strayed. I’m sorry that I put you through so much. It was selfish but I needed something more.
If only I had tried to be around a little. If only I had not been lead astray. If only she had not reminded me of what we once had. If only . . .
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A wonderful post, loved the words.
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Two words I find myself thinking, lately...if only
ReplyDelete@Yvonne & Anita- Thanks so much. I wrote this while thinking loving and naughty thoughts of my husband.
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love the little story, and love those delicious red peppers!
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