26. Subject: Write about a neighbour.
27. First Line: With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times
With him, she’d had some wonderfully stable times. Stable, in a way that they never fought. They never had any misunderstandings. Things were easy. Things were fine. Things were…
She never complained, no, not her. She was happy. He was a good man. He had a good job. He was good looking, too. She wouldn’t trade him for anything or anyone else.
Or so she thought.
She couldn’t really remember when she had those first prickles of discontent. Was it when she took notice of the uninterested way he sometimes listened to her stories? Was it when she realized he ordered the same old thing every Saturday night? Hmmm. It just crept up on her, she guessed.
But she couldn’t break up with him. No, she couldn’t. What would she say? “You don’t interest me anymore.” That would be, not exactly harsh, but not exactly tactful either.
Maybe… maybe she could find a way to rekindle the romance lost between them. Rather the romance she’d lost or cut of from him. She didn’t know if he felt the same way – stuck in a rut – as she did. So what could she do?
She went back to their first glance — the first time the two of them met. It was during a seminar. A seminar for a cause she was and is still passionate about.
She went back over the memories they had shared throughout the years. Ten to be exact. Wow, she couldn’t believe they were together for a decade already.
She pored over their ups and downs. The past few months felt like they were only standing on middle ground. But as she recollected the roller coaster years that preceded it — why, times with him, in actuality, weren’t really that boring.
She had simply just forgotten her first love. She knew this was true when she met up with him again that Saturday. He ordered the same old thing, sure. But his face wasn’t uninterested when he looked towards her. In his eyes, she saw those of the man who doted on her ten years before.
As he lifted his fork towards his mouth for a bite of pasta, she leaned over to give him a kiss.
“What was that for?”
“Nothing. I love you, Honey.”
“I love you, too.”