#longing

#longing

When I met my husband, I was doing an on-again/off-again dance with a man I'll call Noah. The gist of our 10-year relationship was that I wanted to be "on" and he seemed content to be on-again/off-again ... forever. This is not a man I want popping up in my dreams. And yet, even though my marriage is pretty good, as marriages go, I can never seem to get this guy out of my head.

The Beacon Hill broker cherishes family gatherings and finds solace beside the lake, reflecting on the loss of children from the past, longing for connection.

Each night, a truck stops before my door, motor running, headlights on, the driver, barely seen, stares straight ahead, the hum has awakened me...