We are friends. I visit them during the first thirteen days of the Iranian New Year and give little gold coins to their kids. They seem happy together. There must have not been a Khosrow in her life. Sitting here tonight on Valentine's Day, night, I think back to the men in my life and appreciate my choices, and theirs.
Some people know immediately when they have found their soul mate.
I probably won't know even if he lands on my head. I need to experiment, learn over time, grow. I need to hang out with different types of people. They may not seem that different from the outside but for me they represent different aspects of myself, or address different needs. I open the good bottle of Cabernet and pour myself a glass.