Bad boy from New Jersey, now more a nature-loving Californian, high school English teacher. I'm giving it another go, another attempt at going for what's been brewing for decades. An old friend. Old lover. A consistant confidante. This relationship has been as elusive as a butterfly, as constant as the morning sun. For 33 years. He said it is a romance that poets write about. Remember he is the English teacher. It is far from perfect which is exactly perfect. Human while from another place. There is no question that I want to try again.
For now, for the next few months it is long distance. I am here and he is there. But in all the years, this relationship has traversed this country in unpredictable directions. Passages have opened and closed. Citadels have been built and scaled. Marriages, children, grandchildren. Raw honesty. White-knuckling morality. Now the door, as well as hearts, are open wide once again. The spark is being tended. Plans are being made and I am loving life's infinite possibilities. Saying no then beginning again. Always holding possibility. Being authentic. Saying yes to hope.
Yep. I'm loving life up.