Before the days of swiping right and texting, we had instant messenger. That's where the fun began between she and I. "You're growing on me," she once told me. I reminisce to the memory of those words. She was 43. Double my age. I loved her slightly aged skin and the hint of salt and pepper in her hair. She was such a beautiful lady. Divorced with two older kids who were my age, it was a bit awkward when we first talked online. Though we came to enjoy each other's conversations on the phone and web. I enjoyed the...