I have written this prose for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/author/sadje19/
Under your spell, as we looked at each other across the room.
You smiled, and I could see the dimples in your chin. We were friends up to that point. Her first marriage was troubled, with a man she couldn’t rely on. Here was a friend, who offered companionship.
It wasn’t love at first.
Getting to know him, love blossomed during the spring. She saw something else, more than friendship, a deeper love than she experienced before. A single rose on Valentines day, a caring breakfast made, special moments spent together.
Now, he was all she thought about, their love, stronger, would always remain.