Betrayed Chapter 10

Should I have The Talk with her? Do I need to? For someone who has placed such high stock in the value of words, why am I afraid to ask them? Am I more afraid of the answers? Why does my life have to be so damn complicated? Then again, maybe it doesn't.

There were times, very late at night, when I stood on our balcony, gazing down at Ogden Slip and the lake beyond while Angie slumbered peacefully in our bed. I imagined myself on the sun deck at Fat Tuesdays on Duval Street, clad in my string bikini and heels, sipping a piña colada and listening to island music. The sun shown brightly, the air was hot, and everyone was looking forward to the rain shower that would descend from the heavens at five PM, as it always did. I could see in my mind the old movie theater a bit farther down the street, where they now do drag shows. Then I pictured those mesmerizing brown eyes and wondered if that kind of life would appeal to her. Would she be willing to do it again; give it all up, everything, to keep me safe, secure, and happy in her embrace? Would I? As the lawyers say: "asked and answered" – at least, in my own mind. I ached for her then. I still do.

Just let go - and see where the current takes you.