My Most Passionate Love Affair

I was thirty eight years old when the curtain opened to give me the full view of love, passion, and sensuality.

I had met him almost twenty years before. He had a girlfriend then and her brother was my boyfriend. He and his girlfriend broke up and me and my boyfriend got married and had a family. He eventually married and had a family and we both eventually divorced.

We started talking. I didn't think much of it at first. He was interesting. My marriage was just ending and he had been divorced for a couple of years. His divorce had hurt him and I was impressed with the way he moved through that to get grounded rather than wallow in it and drown in self pity.

The first time it hit me was with a wham! I was talking and he leaned forward in his chair, looking at me with complete focus and interest in what I was saying. My heart skipped a beat. It was magnetic. I was drawn to him in a way that I had never felt before.

From that moment he was in my head. He was on the edge of every thought. Little things would make my heart skip and send butterflies through my tummy. Watching him engrossed in a conversation with someone else and noticing his deck shoes with no socks. At a restaurant with one of his friends and watching him leaning back in his chair with his head turned, trying to see the game on the television.

We started going on long drives around Lake Tahoe or to Genoa and stop at restaurants to eat and talk, and take walks on trails and paths.

The first time he touched me was on my leg. He was sitting and I was standing. He reached out and gently rubbed my calf. I felt electricity move through me.

That was the beginning of the most passionate love affair I have ever had. Every day and action was just a movement to be able to see him next. I craved him, his voice, the way he touched me, the words he said.

There was a time that I had to go out of town and all I could think about was getting back to him. It was late and the friend I was with thought we should stop to get a room and finish our drive the next morning. I told her to sleep, I would drive, I wanted to get home. By the time we got to town I knew it was too late to see him. I let it go and decided to call him the next morning. I pulled my suitcase out of my friends car and walked around the building to my apartment and he was there, sitting on the steps waiting for me.

We would be in a room full of people and he would look at me from across the room and I would feel like we were the only two people there.

I was completely in love with this man.

It's been eleven years since my husband first made my heart skip a beat. He is still my love and my passion. I can get caught up in the responsibilities of life and I lose track of that. There are times when he feels like one of my responsibilities and I'm overwhelmed by him.

Then I look at him, or he touches me, or kisses the back of my neck, and after all of these years my heart still skips and I still get butterflies in my tummy. I am still having the most passionate love affair of my life.

I love you Jerry.