I am having an affair. At least that is what it feels like. I am having an affair with my beautiful wife. I am so glad Frankie is feeling better, but I must confess that I miss her terrible and she has only been gone less than 7 hours. I am thankful that her leg is feeling good enough to let her move about and go back to work. They put a shorter cast and she finally allowed the use of a walker, all the while complaining she feels like an old lady. Now she can drive and she has some freedom. Cabin fever over.
Our living arrangements might seem strange for some peoples. Two apartments and one married couple but in this way we both can have time for our work and when she comes home to me, we always have something to discuss. Each of us travels a lot but there is nothing like the joy I feel when I come home to this woman or when she comes home to me. The charm in Frankie is that she has no idea how lovely she is. I do not think she recognizes when she turns other heads, but I see it and it makes me feel as though I am the luckiest bastard on earth. So many things I cannot really describe part from not finding words and part from fear that she will kill me for writing this in public. She is shy and even this is charming as well. It makes me feel as though I have a part of her that no one else gets to have ; for with me she is more open and blossoming.
It will be hard to sleep without her cascade of black hair acrose my pillow without the scent of her in my breath. Four nights a week away from her and three nights to see if I can take it all in.
Pero, esta bien, mi amor. Este vejito no puedo tomar mas, hahaha. No te preocupes. Its okay if this happiness kills me. I have already seen heaven.
