He was the missing piece in the jigsaw of my life, and I had to have him, even though he belonged to someone else.
So when we met socially, the three of us, I was carefully attentive towards her, always making sure I didn’t hold his gaze for too long, and avoiding any physical contact, for fear I’d give myself away.
It was clear he liked me; I knew he would love me.
And I was right – he shows me that every day now.
We’ve moved far away, and our lives together are perfect.
She can have other children anyway.
What a magnificently moody, brooding photo this week from Jellico’s Stationhouse. Good choice, Rochelle! Click on the blue froggy to add your 100 word story to the weekly gathering that is Friday Fictioneers.