Words. People say a lot of words. I always find it interesting when words aren’t backed up by action. Or if words tell you one thing and the way someone acts tells you another. This was beginning to be the case with Serendipity. He would tell me he loved me, he would occasionally tell me… Continue reading Words

The first week into the “I’m so busy” phase came as a little bit of a shock to me. Yes, I know he had been mentioning it to me for a few days, but I didn’t really understand that things were going to go from 100% to 0% overnight. It was like we were in… Continue reading Distance

We walked into the reception all smiles, hand in hand.  We danced and drank and chatted the night away.  We spent time with family and friends and on more than one occasion someone would say to me “I don’t know what you are doing, but Serendipity seems happy.”  It got me to thinking…..was he unhappy… Continue reading Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me

I spent that night at Serendipity’s because the next morning we needed to get up and go to one of his family members weddings.  I got myself all dolled up and he looked spiffy and off we went.  That day, just happened to be, my eighteenth wedding anniversary to Gingham.  Every year for eighteen years… Continue reading Ceremony

Once he composed himself and I composed myself and we thanked each other profusely, time was getting away from us and we had not only a reservation at some fancy restaurant, we were on a time schedule to meet up with another couple to go dancing.  He called his mother, sent a photo of the… Continue reading Burger King & Queen

Valentine’s Day was nearing and the weather was cold and Serendipity although we were having fun, seemed down, a touch distant and just not as into things as he once was.  Maybe he was getting comfortable, maybe he knew that work was about to take over or maybe he suffered from that winter weather, no… Continue reading Old Time Photo

Serendipity had begun to tell me about how work was going to get really busy for him. I thought, yea I get it, I’m pretty busy too. He would say it at least once or twice a day, somehow it felt as if he was warning me more than just letting me know what was… Continue reading Time Will Tell