from the first stolen glance...

She misses romance.

Not the one that sweeps her off her feet, not the one that causes her to breathe harder, or the one that pulls her in so passionately and holds her there. She wants the one where a look can make her smile, the conversations that are just an excuse to be near her and the soft stolen touches that make her skin tingle with flattery.

She misses the romance that starts the passion.

thirty-seventh month.

37th month...

He took me out to dinner.

Two hours of just me and him.

Great food, wonderful company and a beautiful dinner.

Followed by passion, desire, want, need...

All those wonderful things.

Kisses that made tips of my toes tingle.

Hugs that embraced me.

Words of beauty whispered into my ear.

He is my teddy bear, in every way.

Happy anniversary...