I did not mind the ring; especially since I was reduced to eye contact. I could not touch, I could not taste, but I could look. And I knew it had been far too long since I’ve seen someone worth staring at, so I allowed my eyes to summarize his physique, gave my thoughts space to wonder and simply licked my lips. Slowly.
His returned look was pleasant; warm and righteous, even if but for a minute. He wanted to know me. Remembered his vows, but he wanted to recite them to me just to see if after all these years he would smile the same way at me. Me, his wife that he never met or married but dreamed of understanding— the curves, moist spots, imperfections and thought process. He wanted to live in my thoughts, and I wanted to live in his, slowly. Even if only but for a minute.
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