The road ahead of me is very uncertain. No one really knows, and I don’t think that I want to know. What I would love, is evenings with you, once again. Undressing you, or dressing you (when you would decide you needed something, after having been given strict orders to the contrary while you were under the influence)….I didn’t mind. I would do it all again. It’s very haunting. I still see you 22 years ago…and I’m praying that I live to see you again.
I fell in love with you in ’95, and didn’t know it, until 2014. What I wouldn’t give to go back…knowing what I know now, and walk up to you, and introduce myself.
You know me…it’s not that great a mystery.