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Someone asked, “Describe love to me…”
Regrettably, I haven’t been in love in years, at least the love that I known when the sun shone upon a younger lad... I survive daily trying to cope with the trauma and pains of life in silence, in desolation.
I surmise when I recall being in love, it was a feeling of acceptance, joy and solace, like belonging and a confidence that all was right with the world because I was near my best friend. Like being warmed by the sun without solicitation, obligation or effort. Of simply being enough… I haven’t felt that way since and sadly won’t ever feel that way again.
I am broken, old now too and have even less time left.
Memories are good for keeping the fleeting haunting moments of what love was at one point, alive. Love is beautiful, remarkably magical, but not for everyone.
I was honored to have had experienced it once…
