“Farewell, Summer, Love, Roy”
Are you thinking of me . . . like, right now?
It’s OK. It’s quite alright. You don’t have to … no, to hell with good grammar … you ain’t gotta think of me.
I’m the very least of your thoughts in these trying times. You’re going through so much. You’re enduring the unthinkable: Hurricanes, earthquakes, work, a potential nuclear conflagration between North Korea and the U.S.
You’re going through so very much.
And now summer is leaving us, leaving our turbulent, volatile, hours-on-end, endless-lovemaking, wouldn’t-trade-it-for-the-world romance in its wake.
So much is demanded of you now. I’m the absolute least of your contemplations in this moment. I’m fully aware.
I’d never assume.
I’m lucky if I’m an afterthought right about now. Woman, you have no business thinking of me. Not even for a millisecond.
I’m but a vapor in your litany of thoughts and concerns right about now. I totally understand.
Except it’s Friday . . .
A Romance in Autumn . . . .
Pamper the woman . . . and begin an Autumn romance. -Rg2
© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®
Coming up: ‘A Gift for Her’ Giveaway by Rg2
And: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ by Rg2
Can I Pamper You Friday?