Robert

Oh, how do I describe him? How did I grow to love him so much?

All bristles on the outside but tender and soft on the inside.

His eyes reflected a deep sadness the day I first met him. He tried his best to look happy but he wasn't.

His heart had taken a beating; suffering from the lack of returned love.

All joy was gone, he lived each day almost as a robot; knowing he would visit a woman, his wife, who no longer knew him.

Nothing he said when we stepped out the door of Shelby Manor was kind. He didn't really mean it; his emotions were raw.

I noticed a change the moment I fell, but I didn't respond in kind. I was too proud, but in reality I was scared. I wondered if we were going to live through the storm.

He tried to tease with me, trying to get me to open up.

Holding on to him for dear life on the back of the tractor was comforting and felt nice. I could feel his strong body and felt his determination to get us to safety.

All though I couldn't find it in me to tell him, I was never worried about staying that night with him; I trusted him fully.

As the night in the cabin evolved, his tender side began to show. He worried about me, about my wet clothes. He loved his daughters and grandson; I could see that in his eyes when he spoke of them. Actually his eyes told me everything.

Even though I became defensive when he told me I had erected walls around my emotions, I knew he was right. I wasn't ready to accept anyone to replace Tom.

My heart melted when he talked about the special child I might save one day.

That morning as we stood by the fire, I wanted to tell him of my love for him. Yes, that day was when I first loved him. I knew it would have to wait.

I will never forget that smile right before I walked towards my front door. Again his face spoke what his lips could not.

Now that we are married, there are so many things that make him special.

His lips, what can I say? How can I express myself? They're tender and soft. Ever since that first loving kiss, here in the cabin, my heart flutters and pounds whenever his lips touch mine. I can't explain it.

The way he kisses all of me is stimulating to say the least; emoting in me sensations so strong they take my breath away.

His hands, they're large, slightly rough but so tender. Even the slightest touch makes me shiver; the way he holds my hand or cups my face, holds my arms; the way he caresses all of me during those intimate moments.

His arms encircle me with firmness and strength; allowing me to release all my cares.

And when he loves me with the intimacy that comes with married life, I feel his love deep inside me; a special feeling that I want to repeat as often as I can.

I know I've been given a second chance at love and I plan to show him how much, each and every day.

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