Entering the bathroom chamber, my clothes are well folded up in a stack on the marble counter. Moving to the sink to freshen up I see a reflection, behind me in the huge tub; wow this is really good, is he waiting for someone? He is romantic as hell! A pinch of emotion overwhelms me, I can't pinpoint nor put a finger on it, but it leaves an ache, wishing someone could do this for me; too bad I have never had one who cares deeply enough for this or let alone plan it unless I do it for me.
I had long accepted that life didn't have some things on the charts for me; like genuine good, loving from a man. I don't know if he is expecting someone and am in the way complicating his plans. Envious a bit, no one has ever thought of doing this for me; Nate could rather die than do this for me, I pity us women; with our expectations towards our husbands, lovers, and boyfriends.
