Saturday

When Francesca left me, I didn't think I would ever recover.

But with every passing month, it got easier. And when six months had come and gone, I was finally over it. And after a year had passed, I didn't think about her at all anymore.

But I was still missing something.

I want what she has with Hawke, that kind of love that still burns even when the novelty wears off. I want a woman who loves me with everything she has. And I want to love her in the same way.

When I get set up on a blind date I expect to have a mediocre evening. Blind dates were all the same. We'd have some wine and dinner, and maybe some good sex afterward.

But when she walks in I know this one will be different.