Someone I know has been waiting a long time. Colleen. For some time I have referred obtusely to her presence in my life. Family and friends have been aware. I’ve refrained from revelation on my blog.
We’ve been together most of our lives if you believe in spirit; and physically inseparable since 2014.
The New York Times runs a Modern Love column and recently asked for submissions in 100 words or less accompanied by a picture:
“Before the term existed she proclaimed we would marry and had her mother invite me to a “playdate” at age eight. We were in the same classroom 3rd to 6th grade. When I moved we never communicated again. Fifty years later, I was deleting junk emails when Elkins caught my eye in the subject. Another classmate was inviting me to a class reunion, a class I never graduated with. Colleen? Oh, yes, she’s still around, recently widowed. She responded to my email with, “I’m nosy…” Within a month it was true love. Can you say happily ever after?”