Love a Stranger
Love a Stranger I am in love with a stranger. How can I tell her? Or should I show her? Whenever I am around her I feel as I did on my wedding day long ago, as I promised my life to another. There is this love inside of me I must give to her. How? She too is half of another, yet I think she is also in love, for every time I see her she smiles at me and says, " Hi-ya." I see this stranger and speak to her daily. We small-talk about the kids and work as I serve her coffee each morning; light, sweet, and a shot of caramel flavor. These few minutes of peace with her are the highlight of my day and she doesn't even know it. She is so incredibly beautiful. How do I break into this woman's heart without breaking this woman's heart? Each day I express the love for my wife and compliment her beauty. I watch as she gives my children the attention they need as only a mother can do. At the end of the day I see her beaten, tired, and exhausted of a...