Cosplay

“Like meeee????”

I can still see the look in your eyes, gosh, the way you moved while you said those words to me a year or so ago…

Yes, my love, like you.

Exactly like you.

Precisely. You.

You were the target, the impetus, the primary reason I started what now seems to be a tradition.

Because I wanted to get to see you for more than a few passing seconds.

Because I knew, whatever it was you had planned, that it would be stunning.

It was. Of course.

And that reaction… I'm not sure if my aim could have been any more true.

I sometimes wonder if I don't know you better than I think.

I'd known for years that you put together some of the best costumes around for yourself and your family. I had some sneaking suspicions that it was something you enjoy. Maybe even not just around Halloween.

I've learned so much about you since then. Still just scratching that gorgeous surface, but still. A lot.

I'm pretty sure now that, barring the stresses of work and the other realities of adult life… you'd take any opportunity to dress up. I think… I think maybe cosplay is your jam.

Maybe. Maybe not. Gosh, there's still so much I need to learn. But I think so. I think so.

So… how far does that go?

When we get home for the evening… do you rush to switch back to your normal clothes?

Or could I get some time with you, in costume, to myself?

Some time to admire, up close, all of the little bits, all of the attention to detail.

See… feel… just exactly how nicely it fits you.

Maybe… play our roles, just a bit?

Do I need to be gentle with it? Do you ever plan to wear it again?

And do we really need to wait for Halloween?