By Stephen Lodge
I cannot un-hear what she said. It’s there in my head, unless my ears are playing tricks on me. Unlikely, since they are ears, not magicians.
I heard words of love from someone who has, quite frankly, wandered my dreams many times since we first met.
It was a long shot to hope she felt the same about me as I felt for her. But the long shot has won the hand of this fair maiden, as Shakespeare may have said. Except the bit about the long shot, since I’m not sure they had horse racing in his day. Or horses.
Ah, yes, sometimes we win even though we think we won’t. Guess that’s especially true with love affairs. Good story.