and completely comfortable with himself. Most importantly, he never made me feel as though turning 60 meant I needed to become younger to remain interesting.
We started slowly.
Coffee became dinner.
Dinner became long conversations.
Eventually, those conversations turned into weekends together.
For six months, Richard and I built something that felt unexpectedly natural. There was no rush, no pressure, no attempt to recreate the life I had lost.
It was simply something new.
Something I hadn’t expected.
Something I was beginning to love.
There was only one person I
