At 67, I Took My First Trip to Malta and Chose to Say “Yes” to Everything – I Never Imagined I’d Find Love Again

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I placed the book in my bag.

“My flight boards in an hour.”

“I know.”

He looked at me.

“I am sorry I met you through a lie.”

“So am I.”

“But I am not sorry I met you.”

I hated how much I understood that.

“I can’t trust what happened this week,” I said.

“I know.”

“And I cannot become a consolation prize for what our spouses did.”

“You aren’t.”

“You don’t get to continue reading …