Thursday, January 26, 2017

Take a Break From Trump Politics & Enjoy A Brief Love Story



They met and it was magic from the start. Their hands touched and sparks flew. Before they knew it they were out drinking wine, making out in their cars like a bunch of teenagers although they were more middle aged. She was all over him and he her. The kisses were warm and sweet and the sky was always blue. Plans were talked about that they both knew couldn't be fulfilled but what the hell they were in love and felt young, excited and into each other in every way possible. Their song was "Day By Day", sung by Sinatra with all the meaning and love he could only deliver.


"Day by day, I'm falling more in love with you
And day by day, my love seems to grow
There isn't any end to my devotion
It's deeper, dear, by far than any ocean
I find that
Day by day you're making all my dreams come true
So, come what may, I want you to know
I'm yours alone, and I'm in love to stay
As we go through the years day by day
I'm yours alone, and I'm in love to stay
As we go through the years day by day"


Then suddenly or at least it seemed so but they should have noticed things were not quite the same. As quick as they came together by the touch of their hands suddenly they weren't holding hands. They walked together but were apart he with his hands in his pocket she never looking to slip her arm in his. The wine they were drinking was too hot or too cold. They came to the realization that their love affair was coming to an end but they just couldn't pull the trigger to end it all. Then one day they finally agreed that it was time to go their separate ways. They kissed as they parted but the kiss was more like shaking hands. The radio was playing Sinatra singing "It Was Just One Of Those Things". 


"It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
Just one of those things

It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
Just one of those things

If we'd thought a bit, of the end of it
When we started painting the town
We'd have been aware that our love affair
Was too hot, not to cool down

So goodbye, dear, and Amen
Here's hoping we meet now and then
It was great fun
But it was just one of those things"


How apropos he thought as he drove off.


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