I miss the times of innocence. The times of childhood. When you could sit and watch the fireworks with whomever and it would still be magical. When, no matter what age or gender they would all be equally as special.

Now a new experience occurs. Age or loneliness- not sure which- tells you the magic lies in the company. Who's arms you lie in. Sharing the moment with someone special...someone to share the experience. And when they're not there, half of you is absent. Your mind wanders to the ache, the longing to feel there presence near you. The longing to see the reflection of the lights in their eyes as the lights flash. To hear there laugh and just enjoy there company. The feelings of the sentimental, the lonely, the ones in love.

Touch causes me to catch my breath sometimes. To long for more. Sometimes I don't feel anything. Why? Same hand.

Sometimes I can't go a day without thinking bout him twenty times....other times I can go a week without thinking of him. Why? Same company.

He's the most beautiful face I've ever seen....then another day it doesn't attract me at all. Why? Same smile.

Today I don't know. I have yet to see him. We will see where my fickleness leads me today. I think I want to see him very badly and he will be very desirable today. We shall see....

But one thing never seems to change. It's him. He is consistent. And I always love him. Love to see him smile....