This is a question I asked myself after my lover died in 2007. I found a possible answer as I wrote my first novel, Pieces of You. Here is an excerpt that will give you a clue…and may answer the question for you, too:
“My darling, Mark, you’re here for my birthday! My prayers have been answered! I have missed you so. There were moments when I thought I’d never see you again.”
She had to pause and just drink in his appearance.
“You look wonderful to these starved eyes. Handsome and radiating health!”
Mark was gazing at her with undisguised adoration.
“I’ve never felt better or more peaceful. Just seeing you sets off surges of indescribable pleasure! Let me just hold you. I’ve longed for this; to press your body into mine and taste the sweetness of your mouth.”
All the questions in her mind were overridden by the insistence of her body, but the seating arrangement took over where her will power had left off. By the way Mark looked intently at her and then into the distance, she could tell that there was something he was struggling to share.
While Janie speculated about a poetic speech, Mark beseeched heaven for words that would make her understand.
Looking into her eyes while gently stroking her cheek and neck, he began:
“My dear one, my bride; are you still committed to being my final partner?” (more…)