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Our tenth
anniversary
By Robert Fulghum
It was almost ninth year of my marriage when I started to get involved with another woman.
It was one day I received an anonym letter addressed to my office by mail, without any information about the sender. That woman wrote she had seen me almost everyday and had fallen in love with me. On her opinion, she found me attractive and almost of all she adored my caring attitude. She was right for that thing, I was used to being nice.
For sometimes, her letters came once in a week. I like her writing and that she was saying, and I felt relieved for she seemed never expecting anything from me. She never asked me to meet her to reply her letters. Sometimes she sent me poetries.
Those letters affected me. I started spend more time in front of mirror and had a careful look at the shape. And I joined a gym. I also bought new suites and clothes, something I very seldom did.
And she noticed it. She wrote that I looked perfect and she liked my new performance. She even sent a very nice tie for me.
The problem was I did feel guilty. I loved my wife and our marriage carried on quite well as a nine years one should be. I never cheated my wife, even though like most men it sometime slightly come over my mind.
It become more serious when my secret admirer started to send sensual letters. It’s nothing of vulgar on porn story. Only short love story and some pictures of man and woman having times together. I liked them. But I felt guilty because I started to look for or try to find that woman, wherever I was in.
Months passed by. Until one day I received a book from her. It was “Sensual Love for Sensual Lover”.
That book was full of pictures showing couples making passionated love in various places, except bed-on the table, bathtub and many where else. Those couples were seducing and rubbing each other. Using oil. Perfume, birkin branches.
I got drowning in my mind. In her letter, she said she desperately wanted to do with me what shown in that book. Frankly speaking, so did I. With her.
In the meantime I got better and better shape, and I just could not wait to feel love and sex.
One day, a big bucket of yellow roses was dropped to my office. There was a card on it. Finally she decided to take the risk to meet me. She asked me to go find her in the lobby of a hotel nearby my office, that noon.
She’d be wearing a yellow rose and sitting in the main lobby.
I have lost my mind. There’s no way I could go, but I wanted to. I must.
But I thought I should have a look first. So I went to that hotel by another door, got upstairs, to a balcony facing down right to the lobby, so I could have some hidden view.
There she was.
Looking extremely beautiful and gorgeous wearing a yellow rose.
She sit alone with in a couch in the middle of the lobby.
She looked calm and perfect.
She’s my wife.
And that day was our tenth anniversary.
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