A new romance is blossoming...this morning I put on a flirty skirt and my floppy sun hat...wanting to feel feminine and pretty.

The sea can be as gentle as he can be jealous. I stood on the edge of the beach...where the waves could gently kiss my toes. Alas, the sea would come close, but grow timid and retreat before touching my skin. Closer and closer he'd come. He finally grew brave enough to gently touch me. When I did not pull away, he wrapped himself around my ankles...with a full-body hug. I tolerantly accepted the afffection of the sea.

A few times, as I've ventured out, he has tried to rip my wedding ring off my finger...not wanting to share my affections with anyone else. But I held on fiercly, for my heart belongs to Chuck.