At 62, I Flew 1,100 Miles to Surprise a Man I’d Met on Facebook – Then a Teenage Boy Opened His Door and Said My Name
She asked him more questions in 20 minutes than I had in four months.
Afterward, she said, “I like him.”
Months passed.
Our connection didn’t disappear.
We still talked about plants, books, and weather.
The strange indignities of aging and his cancer checkups.
My divorce and the dog I still missed.
One evening, David said, “I love you.”
I didn’t say it back immediately. He didn’t ask me to.
A week later, I told him, “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
He smiled. “Think?”
“I’m 62. I reserve the right to review the evidence.”
He laughed.
There is no grand thing that has happened yet.
No wedding.
No moving 1,100 miles.
No dramatic promise.
I don’t know what this will become.
David is 19 years older than I am. I am in my early 60s.
So, we are taking it slowly.
Maybe slower than people expect at our age.
