For several seconds I stared at the screen.
A man hadn't said anything like that to me in a long time.
Maybe another woman would have laughed.
Maybe I would have said,
“It’s just a compliment.”
But I didn't laugh.
My heart trembled.
Not because I was naive...
But because I missed him.
I missed feeling like a woman.
So I answered him.
At first, my answers were short.
Then they got longer.
Soon enough, our conversations became a daily custom.
I was wondering how I slept.
What I had eaten.
What I was thinking.
What a scare me.
He seemed to know exactly what to say at the right time.
In his photos he was incredibly attractive.
Young, tall, well-groomed, with a sure expression.
Of those men who make people ask:
“How could such a man fall in love with a 68-year-old woman?”
I was asking myself that question, too.
