Got sent a trailer for an independent flick about a group of men spending a weekend together: old love ending, new love beginning.
Images reminded me of what a broken heart feels like. Worse than death, if I recall...makes death attractive, as a matter of fact.
But images also reminded me of the first time I wrapped up Mr B in my arms and kissed him. In my living room, three feet away from where I am typing this. Felt as if God had made him the perfect fit.
He turns 60 this week. He still takes my breath away.
And makes it easy to believe in God.