But he always said to me:
“I don’t see your age. I see your soul.”
Then, one day, he proposed that we meet in person.
I thought about it for a long time.
I was scared.
I was nervous.
I even stood in front of the mirror and said to myself,
“Margaret, have you gone crazy? He is much younger than you.”
But another voice within me whispered:
“Why not? Do you no longer have the right to be loved?”
So I accepted.
On the day of our meeting I prepared myself as I had prepared many years ago for my first dinner with my husband.
I made my most beautiful dress.
I managed my hair.
I put on some perfume.
My heart was beating strongly.
