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As we lock eyes, I see the raw desire reflected in Mia's gaze. She pulls me closer with fierce determination, her lips seeking mine again in a frenzy of longing.
I let myself sink deeper into her embrace as our bodies align perfectly, moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust is filled with purpose and pleasure, drawing out moans and cries from both of us.
When we get close to ecstasy, the heat between us is almost too much to bear. We are so passionate that we can't take our eyes off each other. Our bodies are rhythmically beating together.
In that moment of pure happiness, time stops, and our souls join together in a burning union. We lay on the sheets, out of breath and high from our intense union, enjoying the aftereffects of our lovemaking.
I finally roll off of her as we struggle to catch our breaths with smiles plastered across our sweaty faces.
I wear a silly grin as I lather my body with body wash during my shower. I can't remember the last time I showered so late in the evening.
We made such a mess during our lovemaking that it required us to shower again and then change the sheets on the bed. Something we shared a laugh over in both amusement and intrigue. We're in our thirties but acting like two college students falling in love on campus.
And I'm not complaining about that at all.
Even in my seventies and older, Mia will make me feel youthful. The happiness she brings out of me is like winning at a rodeo on your prized horse in the finals of a big competition you're about to win.
I always feel like a winner with Mia.
My only concern is wondering if we indeed have left the past in the past.
As the steam from the shower envelops me, I can't help but feel a sense of comfort, but it doesn't quite manage to ward off the chill of my thoughts. Thoughts that have been haunting me for days.
I have been gnawing at thoughts that are making me question the durability of the happiness that Mia and I share. With its gnarled fingers, the past seems to always lurk in the shadows, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to claw its way back into our lives.
With each drop of water cascading down my spine, I try to wash away these creeping doubts and the day's fatigue, but they persist. Mia and I work hard to build a fortress around our love, yet the slightest memory, an innocuous comment, or a date on the calendar can sometimes make those walls feel like they're made of sand.
I silently muse about ensuring that our love is enough, not just in the good times but also through the stormy nights. I learned love isn't just about the dizzying highs and profound joys. It's equally about navigating the lows and the mundane.
How do we keep the flame burning solid and steady amidst the winds of change and the ghosts of the past?
I consider bringing these worries up with Mia, but something in me hesitates. She's my rock, always has been, but laying this burden at her feet feels like I'm admitting to a crack in our foundation. Yet, I know that's not how Mia sees it. To her, openness isn't a sign of weakness but a step toward greater strength.
The thought crosses my mind as clearly as if spoken aloud. It's about trust. I trust Mia with my fears just as I trust my dreams. Maybe, just maybe, the past only has the power we give it, and by sharing these shadows with Mia, we can cast a more robust light together.
With a deep breath, I turn off the water, feeling a resolution forming amidst the cloud of steam and worry.
I towel myself dry before slipping on fresh briefs and a pajama set.
As I enter the bedroom, the warm and inviting glow of the bedside lamp washes over me. There, tucked under the covers, is Mia, wholly lost in a book. I can't help but pause for a moment, taking in the peacefulness of the scene before me. "What are you reading?" I ask softly, making my way over to the bed.
Her face lights up with infectious enthusiasm, "It's a new Western romance," she exclaims, her eyes sparkling excitedly. "It's about a cowboy who rescues a woman. It's so gripping!" She closes the book and turns to me, momentarily forgetting the title emblazoned on the cover.
But I can no longer ignore the weight of what I need to say. "Mia, I need to talk to you," I finally muster, my voice trembling with the gravity of what's to come. Sensing the seriousness of my tone, she puts the book down, giving me her undivided attention. And without a word, I pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close.
At that moment, I find refuge in her arms, a moment of peace amidst the chaos of life. Holding her, I feel a rush of emotions and bliss, a reminder of the strength and comfort her presence brings me.
And with that, I finally find the courage to say what I need to say, grateful for this moment of respite with the one I love.
I pull away just enough to catch my breath, staring deep into Mia's eyes. "We've been through so much," I whisper, the weight of our past struggles momentarily pressing down on us. "But we're here now, together. It's time we truly forgive ourselves... and each other."
Mia nods, her eyes brimming with tears, reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window. "I know, Jake. I've held onto the pain and guilt for far too long. It's eaten away at me, at us."
I brush a tear from her cheek, feeling the sting of my regrets. "I've been there too, babe. Blaming myself for the moments I wasn't there when you needed me the most, for the times my fears and insecurities got the better of me."
She reaches up, her fingers gently caressing my jaw. "We've both made our share of mistakes. But we've also built something beautiful together, something worth fighting for. I don't want to lose that over past hurts we can't change."
I take her hand in mine, pressing it to my lips. "I don't either. We've got our whole lives ahead of us, Mia. I want a future with nothing but love and happiness for us and our family. It's time we leave the past where it belongs and start afresh, building a future on understanding, forgiveness, and most importantly, on our unshakeable love."
