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    The Very Thought of You, Chapter 14

    Story written on February 11, 2007 by NYGayLady.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=64465
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    Love will happen… unexpectedly, if at all.

                “Love will happen… unexpectedly, if at all.  It’ll sneak up when I’m not looking or silently usurp the control I have over my heart overnight.”  The next part she said staring deeply into my eyes, never once blinking, boring into my mind until there was no question what she meant.  “It could be sitting across from me, and I could be too scared to grab it while it’s there,” she laid her hand on mine, the current once again traveling up my arm and warmly through my body.

                Staring at our hands so easily resting together on the table, I asked, “What is it that you want where love is concerned?”

                “Easy.  Everlasting.  Legendary,” she hinted a smile, shrugging.  “I want a once-in-a-lifetime, forever love.  ‘The One.’  I want someone who changes my life, who I’d die a little without.  Someone to have my children.  I want to jump in the car and run to the grocery store for late night cravings, only to get back and find her asleep on the couch.  I want to gain pity weight with her and have to take walks together after the baby’s born to work it off.  I want to deal with her hormones and bring her flowers after fights, even if she started them.  I want to have little arguments all the time, just to have them kissed away later.  I want to fight about money one minute and pull out the gift I got her that day the next.  I want to nurse her when she’s sick and tell her to go back to sleep while I take care of the baby when it cries.  I want to provide a safe, loving, warm home where we can all live together.  I want to take family vacations and cuddle together in one hotel bed while we watch our babies sleep in the other.  I want to sit on the front porch in the mornings drinking coffee and reading the paper together.  I want to go to our kids’ soccer games and concerts together, and I want us to be wowed by our children’s accomplishments at parent-teacher conferences.  I want to unwrap those ridiculous presents on Mothers’ Day, you know, the pasta necklaces, and I want us to sit in the park holding hands while we watch our kids run around the playground and fall down and get hurt and get back up and keep running.  I want us to be frustrated together when we can’t communicate with our kids in their teen years, and I want us to take turns consoling them when they get their adolescent hearts broken.  I want to hold her while she cries about our first going off to college, and I want to spoil her to no end when the last has left to keep her mind off of it.  I want us to bake Christmas cookies together for our brood that has grown over the years.  I want to have those family Christmases with the cookies, the tree, the music, the excess of presents, the candy canes and hot chocolate, the Christmas movies, and the lights and other decorations.  I want to be that little old lady couple that the neighborhood wonders about.  I want us to grow old and spoil our grandchildren together, and I want, when this whole crazy thing is over, for whichever of us outlasts the other to pass away in her sleep after a few days, like those unbearably cute and heartbreaking old couples you sometimes read about who just didn’t know what do without each other.”

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    2. Just wish that Tina had the courage to live that dream of Bettes. I feel so sorry for Tina she will miss out on a life time of loving from an amazing lady thanks

    5. Now that dedication. Even when you sick you post. Thanks. Not that I want Bette pining away for 30 years over Tina, but I hope she will be available when (not if) Tina makes her move. BTW, NY is a great place to visit, but I would never want to live there again. Too cold in the winter.

    6. OMG NY, this chapter of Bette’s dream life is so beautiful…but if only! Even though we know that this wasn’t the life they each had with the other as long as there is life part of the dream is not dead. I have my own idea about what happened, but I will not make it known here. I will send it to you in my next e-mail. Because if I am right I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag so to speak. Take care NY and keep on writing this wonderful story only the way you can write it.

    8. I want Bette’s dream too. I’ve had bits and pieces of it, and have even gone as far as baking cookies. But to have the whole thing, would be a dream come true.

    9. it’s not too late; T’s right if Bette couldn’t have perfection she’d have nothing at all; she’s teaching at some College waiting for Tina to turn up…go tina, go!!!! live……..MORE

    10. Well from one Youtube addict to another – I´m So caught up in this story of yours, but you have me seriously confused.Tinas stroll down memory lane is so heartbreaking and I guess somehow the comfortable and expected made her choose Henry. But I really need to know more about Bette. Do we get to know about her life – will they ever meet again – God I´m so impatient.

    13. Hey, Noo Yawk….Great and wonderful chapter. Who said that NYers aren’t romantic? They invented romance in the most romantic city of them all. Bette’s great and glorious dreams. I love them.

    15. That was Bettetaking! I’ve fallen in love with your Bette. Can you write me somewhere into your story? Perhaps as the unexpected love that sneaks up on her when she’s not looking and usurps her heart in the night when she’s sleeping? Please! Pretty please? I’ve got ice cream! :) Babe this was a breathtaking installment…you’ve got my heart all over the place. Thanks for this. x

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