Read through to the bottom to find out the secret of this story.
You know the moments in life when you want to stop and witness something right in front of you over and over again? That's how he felt every time he looked at the pictures.
He swore to himself that the afternoon they spent together would never interfere with his life. His wife would never know, it was just this one time.
He should have been happy with the fact he was with her. People dreamed about being this close to her. He had spent that afternoon wrapped up in her arms, legs and lips.
The moment they closed the door, their hands could not reach each other fast enough. The passion was intense, the moments passing way too quickly. Their time was limited but would not be wasted.
He had brought his camera at her request. She wanted him to have a reminder of the time they spent together.
Leaving her was harder then he had expected. Driving away from that hotel, he felt his heart was left behind. But he kept the pictures near.
Coming home from work a few days later, he found his wife upset. The floor littered with HER pictures. He couldn't decide if he was more angry that he was caught, or the fact she was touching the pictures.
Looking up at him, tears streaming down her face, she leaned over to pick up one of the photos. Watching him, she slowly lit the fire, daring him to stop her.
Today marks my 100th post. When I started this blog a few months ago it was just a passing hobby. Now I look forward to writing, sharing and reading each one of your blogs every day. I am always awed by the openness, honesty and caring that I find. I have laughed, worried and talked about many of you, even though I haven't met you! Thank you for sharing this journey with me as I continue forward!
Each of the pictures within the pictures are of me. Just a small thank you for coming back as often as you do!
