Love in the time of Corona

Thirty five thousand feet ~ photo by Robert Day

As I lay there, I realized I hardly knew this person. Sure, I loved her. But that love started through mutual pain. Both of us were going terrible divorces. I remember the first time she offered herself to me. I wasn’t sure then that I wanted to do this. Now that we’ve been down so many miles together, it’s hard to think of life without her. But she isn’t who she was back then. In some ways, she hasn’t changed at all, not even a bit.
She is…