I wait because perfection takes time.
As always, she’s exquisitely turned out; every chocolate brown hair in place, nails polished rose and clothes just right, even to the gym
She’s pink champagne; expensive and full of bubbles.
When she asked me where we want to go, she waits patiently until I choose the right place at the right time. Sighing, I smile and accept entertainment comes with a cost; this price is worth it.
Waving good bye to my husband, he jokes that I’m off to see my wife for the third times this week. .
Laughing, I agree.
If only.