One Night

When his lips found min in the darkness, I felt the tentative pressure of his lips on mine.  I felt the concern.  I felt the longing.  I felt the lips of the man I married and not the lips of the stranger I have been living with this last year.  This glimpse gave me hope.  Hope that my insecurities were just insecurities and not some hidden truth.  Hope that there are more nights like this in our future.  Hope that the man I fell in love with and married is still inside the confused lost man I share my home with. 

I feel cheated that in the last year there have been only a couple of nights such as these when I was promised a lifetime, an eternity of nights like these.  I must remember however, that this was what I have and I should be thankful I at least have that one night as it is the diamond in the rough to encourage this process.  To remind me that this marriage is just that: something  of infinite value that just needs to be found and polished.