The Morning Dew

She will not stop following me. And I do not know why. We have been best friends for the past eighteen years. Always looking out for each other. We broke free of each other and started experiencing our own lives for a time. The rain started to pour in, but we were always coming back together. And for a while it lasted.

The soft touch was all that I was searching for to alleviate my heartache. Past lovers were just a stain on the totem pole. Only she could make me feel better when I was down. Mary knew that and accepted it. She could filter out all of the rubbish that I tended to tell her about. A core aspect that would develop into the greatest feeling sometime soon. Patience was never my strong suit.

I finally figured out why our love will never be the same again. And yes there is love in friendship. I wonder why nobody speaks about that part anymore. It is intertwined with plenty of its needless graphics. Once I had treated this woman right. Spoiled to a point of understanding. That I would never undermine our friendship unless it was causing difficulties of another assortment. I had to let go of her for the safety and sanity of both of our lives.

For a time, it was the only thing we knew how to do. The only way we knew how to get back to each other. And feel whole again for a time. Destined maybe for just that brief respite of bonding love. To see where it would lead our withering souls. Not a momentous occasion, but something that I enjoyed doing anyways.

Thy told us we would not work out. They bent the truth for us. Jenny helped us past the time out in a landmine of opportunity. To realize what we were. The power of a car and two people entwined in it, in the heat of the passion. Again, and again. She was a special car that I will never forget about. Thank you, wife 2, for giving me the hint of giving her up. Yay. And. The story must go on.

I love her tremendously. I want her to stay for good with me. In our love womb. Of pure abandonment. That will not happen the way that it has so desperately faded. And melted into a story of its own. When the memories are all that you have, they start to fade on you. Without even realizing that it is happening. It is said that bearded guys get the best of both worlds. The charm of hair on the neck and face. Dusting up to the fragrant necks of closed bosomed women. I do not understand much of what it is, but I am about to ask. The charm of this lady is what? How does it turn you on and give you the heat for your day?

I figured out why she could not repeat back to me that she loved me. I had hurt her quite bad when we had been together. A very shameful feeling. An even different outcome than I had expected to commit. The price of love is never guaranteed, remember that my fellow wanderers. I let my love for this woman out of my hands and out of my heart.

I will regret this for the rest of my life, though I will not let it overcome me, or my presence as a human being that makes plenty of good mistakes. To learn from for my future. I will ride the waves again.