On the Wednesday night, we were at the far ends of the sofa. As the evening progressed, there were small movements towards me. The body language started to change. First it was the arms uncrossed, then legs crossed the opposite way, towards me. Over the next hour, by moving, stretching or whatever, she got a little closer. Her legs came up to take up the space between us. A while after I mentioned (X), she turned sideways and put her head on the side and looked me in the eyes for about 10 seconds. I may be deluding myself, but I decided I could see love in her eyes. Well I can dream, can't I?
A little later, one of the cats wanted fussing and sat on my lap. W reached over to fuss the cat and tickle her under the chin, in doing so, W was brushing my hand. All co-incidence probably, but it at least strengthened my resolve to honour the committment I made to her when we married. Just because she has left me, she can't stop me loving her from the bottom of my heart.
I am on my own again tonight. For some reason she never wants to have contact with me over the weekends so I am back on the end of her string, waiting for her to tug on it again.
