The Boy picks up my right hand yesterday.Perhaps it would be a little peck on the back of my hand. I smiled softly. Waiting. And then he brought it higher to his head. "Aww, he wants me to stroke his hair." I thought while 'awwing' in my head at his need for attention. He lifted my hand a little higher and then said "Can you scratch my head with your nails?" and I looked into his eyes and saw visions of me in a pretty house with a white picket fence and a garden with the kids playing with their dogs just fading away. And I said "Scratch your...scalp? Why?". " I don't know. It just suddenly feels weird and your nails are long."he replied as I accepted the circumstances that a real relationship would never be like what I'd read in the happy parts of a Mills & Boon novel.
I've accepted...