He was tall and strong and had a demeanor about him that was unmistakably masculine. Yet he was a single father. He wasn’t hard and cold.

He brought his lunch everyday- and it was always something home cooked; nothing frozen.

He ironed his own clothes.

He brought me pain killers from the First Aid kit, even though he didn’t have to.

He remembered I love being near the water, and took me to all the places I feel are home.

He bought a little car for my son.

He fixed my taillight. I didn’t ask him to.

He made me lunch… and then packed it for me.

He brings me coffee every day.

His eyes- Oh my God, his eyes. I think I can drown in them.
And (I think) I can read them.

He stayed with me and helped me when my son got hurt.

He let my dog sleep between his legs.

He got me writing again.

He dug a hole in the sand to teach the little one something …

And that’s how I fell for Tony the Mechanic.

I only hope that he will fall for me too. I would not let him hurt again.