Loveletter

I just wanted to write about a letter I got from K recently.

"I was thinking about us today and that when we get together, I feel young like a teenager again. I really love being with you. It was so romantic last night."

These are the words of a 59-year-old girl, writing to her (nearly) 62-year-old lover.

K and I don't get to spend as much time together as we'd like. We haven't slept together since early September. We hadn't had a date since mid November. We're both working full-time, you know. But recently she had a day off, and I knocked off from work an hour or so early to drive down her way.

It's not that we did very much. After I picked her up, we drove to a nearby department store. She was looking for Christmas gifts. She found one item, and we looked around at some of the women's clothes for a while and traded ideas.

Then we went to a McDonald's--we had coupons for a free "large sandwich" with the purchase of another. Mainly, we just wanted to sit and talk. About us, things we want to do. Places we want to go together. Experiences we want to share. We were looking back at this past summer--things we did, things we didn't get around to--and looking ahead to next year. There's six months of cold weather between then and now. But the warm weather will come back, and once again we won't have to wear layer upon layer upon layer.

Then I took her for a short ride in my car. I wanted her to try out the car's heated seats--and since it was only about +12F outside (-11C), she really enjoyed them. Especially since (as I found out later) under her jeans she only wore a pair of low-rise string panties. (She said they had reindeer on them--very Christmasy--but it was too dark to see.)

We wound up back at a city park near a lake. It was only 8 p.m., but the last traces of daylight had long since disappeared. We sat in the car and continued our talk. And we snuggled. And we played. This time we never left the front seat, and there is a large console between the seats. Eventually the car started getting cold, so I turned it on for a few minutes.

I ran the car twice to warm things up and clear the windows in the time we we were there. As the car warmed up, we just sat together and leaned against each other. Not a lot to say. We were just happy. We always are happy when we're together.

After a while, I drove her back to her place, got an update on the Thursday night football game from her guy and then started the drive towards home and my life.

Do I think about living with her permanently? Once in a while I do, of course. But I love my wife, too, and K loves her guy. We both know that you can love two people, even if you happen to be married.

And since my wife and her guy know all about us and how we feel and since they approve of us, it works out fine. The four of us have all met each other several times and have become friends.

It's amazing, isn't it? Really, a miracle. Sometimes I sit and ponder how lucky I am. How lucky we are, that our partners don't get in our way. We have problems getting together, sure, but nearly all of them are related to working full time and how hard it is to get away from our work duties and cross this distance that separates us. It's a little more than an hour each way. Now that we're in winter, we have to see whether Old Man Winter is going to be a problem. Maybe yes and maybe no.

Whatever, we will find a way. And even when we can't get together, we will write. And when we lie down and close our eyes, our spirits will leave our resting bodies and dance together in the night, in some other plane of existence. And we will both smile as we sleep and feel bathed in the warmth of love.

K ended her letter: "Bye for now. I have to get ready for bed and an early shift.

"Sweet dreams, I will be thinking of you."