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It’s been so long. There were times when I thought we’d be separated forever. I thought I would never see my love again. Waiting, praying and wondering if I was doomed to live my life alone. I’ll never forget the last time I was with my love. It was in Portland at the Paul McCartney concert. My husband and children were with me but I didn’t care. My love was shameless. I couldn’t face Paul alone! My love and I sat down for a pre-concert dinner but it was just not meant to be. There, in front of all the other restaurant patrons, my love split and ran. I was devastated. I felt betrayed. Used. Violated. I tried to cover up, to hide my true feelings. I’m sure no one noticed but I felt as though I was on public display. I excused myself to the restroom so I could try and recover and gain control of my emotions. “How could you do this to me?” I sobbed. “I thought we would be together forever.” My love was adamant. We would stay separated until I…lost weight. It was brutal. “Can’t you just love me for my personality?” I begged. “I have a great sense of humor and I’m fun to be around. I even like sports!” I thought my heart would break but deep down, I knew my love was right. If it would restore our relationship, I was prepared to do anything. So, this morning, like a shy bride on her wedding night, I approached my love. “Want to try again?” I asked. I reached into my closet and pulled out my love, my favorite jeans. They slipped over my legs and actually made it past my thighs. Was today the day? I said a silent prayer, closed my eyes, and YES, ZIPPED UP MY JEANS! Oh, glorious happy day! Hallelujah! Praise Jesus! The jeans are zipped up! And I’m in them! Of course, I can’t exhale without risking permanent damage to several internal organs. Sitting down is still iffy. I’m pretty sure my knees are supposed to bend. But together, my jeans and I, can face any adversity. Love is off the rocks! |
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