Eight days of genuine interest, eye contact, the comfort of a flirtatious old friend visiting the island, that feeling of no time having passed even if it had been years.
Bucketfuls of focused attention, dinners, smiles, laughter, hand holding, playing house, snuggles and gratitude for my existence and generosity with a definite beginning and a definite end.
It was revitalizing. It was life affirming. Love affirming, if you will.
So relieved to let loose the monkey on my back that whispered for years, “Keep suffering for your sins, my dear. You don’t deserve love.”