He really, really likes me.
He walks with me. Shares with me. He pampers me.
He proposes to me, quite wonderfully. He tells me that he can’t live without me.
We go to the beach. We eat icecream. We are so freaky together and he is a perfect fit.
We love to laugh. He takes me on vacations. Oh wee! I’m pregnant and we have one beautiful son.
We laugh some more. We explore the world. I understand him and he ‘gets’ me.
When I shake his hand for the very first time, his heart flutters and he SEES me smiling up at him on our wedding day.
I haven’t said a word yet, he’s already in love.
He hasn’t felt my touch yet, in his heart I’m already his.
But then I, open my mouth- exposing the truth of who I am.
I am not his fantasy. I am me.
I am not the girl in his dream.
Sadly, he walks away because I don’t fit into the role he wants me to play.
Not knowing that there are other roles, other surprises, other delightful scenes that could have played out, had he not been adamant about controlling the plot.