After A Long Wait
I don’t know how much longer I can take without you. The past two weeks have crawled by with an aching slowness and I thought that Friday would never come. I’ve checked and rechecked the details around the room, but I went around for one more inspection. My favorite white wine was chilling nicely in the crystal ice bucket, little beads forming on the neck, glittering like tiny diamonds. A trail of white rose petals led from the door to the bed, encircling it and covering the silky comforter....