tell me a story, please?

Tonight I am taken back to a time, actually many times. It was almost every Sunday afternoon for months that this feeling began to creep in. It would move in slowly like a winter storm that you see building on the horizon. I would begin to drrraaagggg my feet in anticipation. The errands and excuses would begin to pop-up like wildfire. It was actually the beginning of..."Tell me a story!" :) The way I would stall for a just a little more time, to push back the inevitable a bit further. LOL, I remember the silliness, flirting, long conversations that would ensue when I was successful. Hehe!

Finally, it was way past time. Then the storm of emotions would break loose. The heart ached.

Now, it's a Sunday evening years and more years later. So different, so similar.

Tell me a story...