As I sit down facing my reflection in the mirror, I mindless remove my makeup. My mind drifts back on my day. I hear the sound of his car entering the garage. I grab my robe and make my way to open the door. I stand there watching as he fumbles for a minute and grabs his briefcase. I hold the door as I smile... this classic, elegant man of mine. Black on black coupe. Tailored suit, handmade shoes, designer briefcase. Accentuated with the "purple label" tie I bought him as a birthday gift so long ago... yes, that's right I'm a shameless member of the "bee-hive."
This man of mine. He still makes this old diva's heart skip a beat❤️
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