I'm seeing red....

Nearly eleven years ago I fell in love. I knew it was wrong. I should have been satisfied with what I had, but I couldn't help myself and soon I was finding any excuse to go into town to visit my new love. It wasn't until months later that my husband Rick learned of my secret. He said he didn't care the cost, he just wanted me to be happy so together we went to confront this heart stealer of mine. Upon arrival I pointed out the object of my desire, Rick said that he could understand the attraction. So it was decided, my new love would come home with us. We lived happily together for six or so years, but after moving to a new home I found myself growing tired. The love had died, the attraction was lost. I was finished. My now old love found refuge at my in-laws' Snowflake home and I moved on with my life, opting to turn my living room into a playroom instead of rushing into another relationship. But as fate would have it, when I moved to Snowflake my once beloved moved back into my life to fill a void in my new home. At first I was glad to be reunited, which is the way with most reunions between lost loves until reality hits bringing to remembrance the reason the breakup happened in the first place. And oh how I remembered. I remembered how weary I had become of this lost love's patterns and style. How I longed to move on, to try new things, but it wasn't possible I was stuck. Until one day when I came up with an idea that brought me hope. I know we aren't supposed to try to change the ones we love, but I had to. If this relationship was ever to make me happy, a change had to take place. So I introduced something that has been a constant pleasure in my life--RED! My passion for red has never, and will never languish. I love red, and with its support I can look at my lost love and let out a sigh of gratification again. Thank you red. The camera has failed to capture your beauty, the photo does not do justice to how much you have improved the look of my once so dearly loved.