Dusty Clare
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Jul 24, 2013 Dusty Clare commented on Fiction.
This is beautiful.
Jul 24, 2013 Dusty Clare commented on Fiction.
Younger officers are usually the "go get'em" types who become jaded and cynical by their fifth year. Then a few years before they retire, an amazing thing happens. They become open to seeing the good once again. The world isn't created of filth and lies. There is no "us", no "them" and the blue line is a story they had told themselves just to feel special, worthy of the nickle plated shields.

Your officer must have been near retirement.
Jul 24, 2013 Dusty Clare commented on Fiction.
A love affair is easier to keep when it falls in the would'a, could'a, should'a category. Like a pet rock but with a warm and fuzzy after glow.
Jul 24, 2013 Dusty Clare commented on Fiction.
Everyone has felt that all consuming, teeth sweating, falling up while the floor falls down feeling... It's usually within the first few months of being love. The only reason that feeling slips away becoming never ending hum is because we simply let go of our delusions. Letting go of the belief our partners are the most spectacular, witty, charming, sexy people, till they are more than mortals filled with frailties, foibles and quirks. This is when the ugly comparisons happen. Such-and-such can do this better, stronger and faster than you...

I have chosen to keep my delusions about my husband and he has returned the madness in kind. It's only been ten years, our appreciation for each other has not waned. We intend to keep it that way.
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Jul 24, 2013 Dusty Clare commented on Fiction.
It makes you wonder how long he had been a spectator in their relationship.

She joined a gym, he watched. She trained for a triathlon, with a group of strangers because he chose not to be involved. He romanced his insecurities by concerning himself with what strangers though instead of being there for her. He chose to deny her intimacy probably without telling her of his fears. She fell in love with a person who gave her emotional and physical support.

And for this poor fellow, he continues to be spectator of her life. How much has life really changed for him?