Waiting for Love

Blossoming passions, heady romance and bitter betrayal while waiting for the lift doors to open! Mary tells all in our real-life story.

'I was in a packed lift on the ground floor waiting for the doors to open. We had only been waiting for a few months when I saw him briefly glance in my direction. I was shocked and thrilled! I had noticed him a few weeks ago but had never dreamt he'd make a move, especially with so many people around us. I intently stared ahead, motionless, saying nothing, so that he wouldn't notice my excitement, but it was obvious to everyone we liked each other. From then on things moved really quickly. We soon built a rapport and started to share little jokes, the way lovers do. At one point I cleared my throat, and only three days later he did the same. One time we both slightly shuffled our feet at once! It was all so brazen. I should have been embarrassed to behave so in public but I was so carried away by the whirlwind of romance that I didn't care. And then, one year later to the day, our relationship was consummated - he shifted his weight slightly and the corner of his coat brushed against mine. It was such heavenly ecstasy I thought I'd sprouted wings and a halo. It was all I could hope for and more. At last I was a woman. For three years we were happily married, tied by an unspoken bond.'

'But then, suddenly, it all went disastrously wrong. One day, without warning, he moved his arm and his briefcase rubbed against the leg of the woman standing on his far side. His whole briefcase! My alarm at this was as nothing to what happened next - he clumsily half-murmured 'sorry'! He spoke! He actually spoke to her! I was so taken aback that for weeks I couldn't believe it had happened. Surely I had imagined it? But it was real, it had happened. That he could do such a thing, so sordid, so blatant, in front of everyone - I was heartbroken. It was over. I dropped my head to look at the floor, where my gaze has fallen for seventeen years since, to this very day. Even if he went so far as to turn and look at me I couldn't take him back, not after what he did. Our love was rare, special and beautiful and now it lies broken. I will never know another.'

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