When you came home I gave you a big warm kiss on the lips, took you gently by the hand and led you to a comfortable chair without any arms. I loved th... way you looked in that beautiful blue blouse which suggested but never displayed the curves hidden under it, gorgeous dark blue jeans that hugged your ass and made your legs look amazing, and those brown ankle boots that made you look taller. I kissed you again pressing my body against you, slowly pressing you onto the chair. With a soft little. “I miss you.”“Same here,” he replied. “It seems odd talking to you as if you’re in the next room, yet so far away.”“You won’t forget me, will you Aidan?” she asked with a touch of desperation, he thought.“No chance of that,” he said. “We’ll keep in touch, won’t we?”“Sure,”“Now go and get some sleep.”“Ok. Love you.”“Love you too.”It felt strange. They were talking as if they were only going to be apart for a short while; that they were still lovers, yet they both knew that there was little. She seemed wide eyed and amazed at the fact that I might get a chance to play pro ball.“I guess I should be ashamed to say this, I might be the only one in town who has never seen you play before.” she said, somewhat embarrassed.“You haven’t seen me play? Oh, I am offended.” I kidded her with a straight face.“I’m sorry, I promise the next time you play, I will watch.” she quickly said, apologetically.“I’m just kidding Stephanie, it’s actually refreshing to be with someone who doesn’t care about. And each other’s. That should, in retrospect, have been a clue to me, but I’m a guy, not a mind-reader. I don’t know women that well, despite living with two and dating two others. Then again, I’ve been called the “eternal pessimist,” so that might be a factor as well.I wasn’t honestly sure what was going on between Robbie and Deanna for a good while after that, but events now moved much quicker than expected. Being polite as ever, we invited Robbie over for our eighth anniversary party, set.