Bona Fide Image IX

There is a difference between being a willing participant in the sexual act, and making love to the one special person that means the world to one. Just as surely as there is a difference in the decadent indulgence of a banquet feast, and the bland and miserly consumption of hospital fare.

The years, tears and heartaches seemed to dissipate when blessed with a magical kiss. Unlike no other because only when one loses and finds that which one thought lost forever, can one truly appreciate the excruciatingly tender bliss of such an opportunity.

Phillip and Linda discovered a seasoned and sizzling passion for each other, which was tempered by experience, and an acute longing, which although perhaps dormant, still was perennial and palpable in the deepest recesses of the mind, and beating heart.

It was as if time had stood still. Nothing had changed in those twelve years since they had last kissed, yet, so much had changed still.

Before Linda introduced Pablo to Phillip, the latter looked startled when he saw Pablo seated on the dinning area. The resemblance was uncanny, and his heart took a leap when Linda confirmed what he’d know at a quick glance.

Phillip experienced a plethora of emotions as he embraced Pablo. He was joyous, yet deeply disturbed that he had been absent from his son’s life, and he from his. He felt that life that cheated him of a very important part.

There were tears of joy, and deep sadness intertwined. He promised Pablo that he would always be in his life. To make good on that promise, he asked Linda to be his wife.

After more than a decade since they first met, and with a son they created from that union, Linda and Phillip made their union official. His son Charles, and his newly acquainted son Pablo, witnessed the happy event.