Me: Happy Valentine’s day for tomorrow, Ants.
Anthony: That’s a shock.
Me: He’s another of those saints – Saint Valentine. Apparently he was all about love and martyrdom.
Anthony: What a lot of rubbish.
Me: Well he must have done something right or we wouldn’t have Valentine’s day. Anyway, I love you, Ants.
Anthony: I love you too, Jules, just for the record.
Me: You know how when you proposed you admitted that you were in love with me from the moment you met me?
Anthony: I wouldn’t put it like that.
Me: So exactly how would you put it?
Anthony: You were so young.
Me: I always knew. As soon as I saw you, I knew.
Anthony: Knew what?
Me: Okay, it’s a bit embarrassing now but I instantly knew you were the one. You seemed like a Greek God to me. It was awful.
Anthony: As far as I know we don’t have any Grecians in the family.
Me: Yes, I know that, but you know what I mean now don’t you?
Anthony: I think I am part Scottish, Welsh and German but….
Me: No, I’m not talking about ancestry, I’m talking about love.
Anthony: You’re fishing for a compliment aren’t you, Jules.
Me: No! Well, yes, maybe. I mean I am still trying to figure out why my 18-year old self fell in love with your 41-year-old self and why did there have to be so much unrequited suffering?
Anthony: You were wearing a pink t-shirt, a long, hippy skirt, and thongs, when you knocked on the door, came into the kitchen, and met Mum.
Me: And you answered the door in your shorts and t-shirt; I thought you were the cowhand-come-butler but then you just left me with your mother and she terrified me.
Anthony: I couldn’t quite believe the sight of you.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Anthony: Your innocence.
Me: Naivety you mean?
Anthony: Mum thought you were a disaster … to begin with…
Me: I remember. I don’t know if I ever told you this when you were still alive but whenever your mum got up from her afternoon nap she would accuse me of having been canoodling with you.
Anthony: Ah, the power of suggestion.
Me: Totally unfounded back then! But I did want to after that.
Anthony: Want to what?
Me: Canoodle.
Anthony: I’m so sorry I hurt you, Jules. I was an idiot.
Me: But did you love me from the start even though I was too young? Sorry, but I have to know.
Anthony: Yes.
Me: So why….?
Anthony: Not a sensible question to ask ever, Jules. It all worked out in the end.
Me: Yeah, romantic story of the century, NOT.
Anthony: Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, Jules, even though you do it so well.
Me: Ming thinks he should model his own love stories on ours and he won’t waver from this idea.
Anthony: Impressive beard he has for his age!
Me: He shaved it off. Ants, do you believe in fate?
Anthony: I do now, obviously.
Me: I wish I could just have one more conversation with you, you know, before you died.
Anthony: This will have to do, Jules.
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Loved this one, Julie. Those kind of conversations go around in my head too. My last line would be identical with yours. Hugs ❤
And you’re wrong Jules…romantic story of the century, YES! He may have gotten a late start but I think the two of you more than made up for it. xo
Jules….. you’re having several conversations before your beloved has died…..He is still very much alive in your heart, mind and soul. x
Oh how I liked this conversation
And I like you for liking it!