He is fifty-five, and I am forty-three.
He is a rude man with the glory of a ladies’ man, and I am a long-time violet—someone who doesn’t trust just anyone to water her pot.
He’s a predator and is used to taking everything without embarrassment, but I’ve grown teeth of wisdom.
He is unbearably rich, while I am a single mother.
The story of a great, mature love.