Not to drip feed - I have been seeing a chap for around 8 years probably only once a month for that whole time and a couple of weeks away at his house in County Down (great walks and a beach). He said at the very beginning that he would never want a proper relationship again. He split up with his first wife around 20 years ago and said that was never a love match but she was pregnant and marriage was the thing to do in Ireland in the 70s. He then met someone who he did love and had great times with but she died in front of him suddenly and it took him three years to get over it as much as he could.
We have good times together but don’t phone each other or text only to arrange a meet up. However I have very strong feelings for this man even though I agreed at the start that love would never be mentioned.
I felt a bit sad lately with retirement looming and I asked him to tell me he loved me just once even if he didn’t mean it as I just wanted to hear it once. I am almost 66 years old ffs and he’s no chicken at 64. What on earth was I thinking - I now feel such a bloody fool.