Recycling - A Romantic Story (Couples Love)

Gerry’s wife asked him to sort the recycling bin and he found much more than he bargained for. He discovered a packet of undated love letters from a man to his wife.

He wonders if she’s having an affair, but can’t bring himself to ask. As time goes on, those letters change their lives in ways he never would have imagined. The truth surprises him. Will love triumph? And for whom?

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EXCERPT:

She looked at me in confusion. “You… you said there was something else you wanted to tell me?”

I sighed. “Okay. Do you see how I’m looking at you, now? That I’m not freaked out any more?

“Yes?” she said cautiously. I took a deep breath.

“Jen… there’s no date on that letter.”

Her head tilted in puzzlement.

“So? So there’s no date on the… Oh my God!” she exclaimed in horror. She grabbed the letter and held it up for re-examination. “Oh, baby, you mean when you found it, you thought that when I was gone last week that… that…”

“Yes, I’m embarrassed to say that I did,” I said sheepishly. “When I read the part about you being with Larry ‘last week, ‘ and that he wanted to keep doing it as long as you’d let him… yeah, I freaked.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. You have to believe me, I would never… “

I cut her off by pulling her somewhat roughly to me, smothering her mouth with mine. I held her with a grip so tight that one part of my mind worried I might crack a rib; but I couldn’t make myself ease up. I eventually pulled back to look earnestly into her eyes.

“I’m the one that should apologize, Jen. I should have trusted you. I think it hit me so hard because… I just couldn’t imagine living without you. So that’s my excuse, along with being an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she said soothingly. “As long as you believe me… I really did fall in love with you that first week.”

She looked at me fondly.

“I still remember being in that huge econ class, watching that good looking guy sitting down front asking those smart questions. I was thinking I’d really like to have a chance with a guy like that someday.

“Then when I went to my next class, and found you sitting there… I had to wonder if our meeting wasn’t meant to happen.”

I held her eyes with mine, my chest tight with emotion. I reached across her lap to pick up her right hand, brought it to my lips, softly kissing her palm. I spoke softly as I began to move up her arm, pausing to give soft kisses along the way.

“Jen, I know (kiss)… it was meant to happen. I know (kiss) I’ll always feel this way about you.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed softly. “How do you feel?”

Each kiss progressed further up her arm as I pulled her towards me. I draped her arm over my back, now kissing the soft skin of her neck.

“Lucky to have you… eager to be with you… anxious to please you… hoping you’ll always want me.”

My hands went to her waist, softly caressing.

“I’ll always want you, Gerry. I’ll always be with you.”