I met a dude in a bar once. Tall and strong, he had moon-blue eyes and tawny hair, and he moved with the grace of a lion. It didn't pan out, but that's a theme in my life, and I've spent the last five years knowing that kind stranger dodged a bullet.
Divorced and miserable, I'm not exactly a catch. But the thing is, that man... he's not a stranger anymore. And he's as beautiful as I remember. Everything you want in a fake boyfriend, right?
Don't ask me to explain that one. But let me tell you this: I thought my biggest fear was losing my daughter. Then Folk came home, and I realized you can give your heart to more than one person.
We have a second chance. Darn it, we deserve it. But this life, man. It's a journey. And there's no guarantees we'll both make it to the end.
