Joy

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He blew the shot. Didn't know it at the time, of course. Wouldn't know until the roll
was processed. Even a good camera couldn't compensate for a lover's trembling hands.
And he realized that his hands were shaking. the excitement of seeing her again...after
a long time apart...too long apart. His heart had broken a thousand times since he had
last put her on a plane that would take her far from him.

And now another airplane was bringing her back to him...to another place where
they could taste of freedom for a brief...all too brief...time.

Watching her come down the jetway toward him, smiling, almost running to him...
his hands trembling and ruining the picture he would carry forever in his memory
and in his heart but would never see clearly on the film.

What was he feeling?

Something...something new...something he had never felt before.

Or maybe he had felt it every time he had seen her but could never name it.
What was it...this feeling?

Pride? Of course. Pride in the perfect young body. Pride in the long dancer's legs
beneath the tight short skirt. Pride in the way she carried herself. Pride because
she was gorgeous and because she was his. Married to someone else, belonging
somewhere else...another world...yet she was his. She had told him and against
all odds he believed it. In his heart he knew that it was true. Pride, certainly,
but more. Something else.

And the love. Always the love. their hearts filled with that love and they knew
that it was a forever love. Still, there was more.

The passion was there, as ever-present as their love. The desire and the perfect
fulfillment of it had exploded almost from the first moment and had never calmed.
It was primal and eternal...this need for each other...sweet, savage and growin
stronger with each day and night. But he knew this raging of desire so very well...
it was in them every day they lived. this feeling was something he had never known...
something else. It was that feeling that had eluded him at Alamo and on a thousand
streets and in every relationship he had ever known.

At that moment he realized...grinning back at her open, loving smile...the name of
this new feeling.

It's name was Joy

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