Just heard a song in someone's stash that normally makes me smile, but for some reason, tonight, it's making me miss someone I love dearly, but have not seen in years. (I put this blog under this category, because he is the one that told me Virginia incarcerates according to the gender you were born with.) I still miss him, and probably always will, even if I'm in love with someone else. He'll always be my one that got away. He's the only man that treated me with respect, protected me, truly loved me. He treated me like a queen. I never felt that I was in want of anything I didn't have when I was with him, except to be able to always be with him. Life played out in a cruel way to each of us, first by seperating us unwillingly, then by shredding our inner selves, turning us both into people we never thought we'd be, nor could we stand to be. I found him several years ago, but life was not yet done tormenting us.
My life has smoothed out, and I'm actually the happiest I've been since losing him 16 years ago. I'm hoping that his life smoothes out soon, and that maybe we can at least have peace that each of us is doing well in our new lives. If he ever gets to read this, I hope he sees that I still love him, and that there is rarely a day that he is not a part of my life in one manner or another. I hope he finds what he's looking for, be it in CA, or here with me, or somewhere else. I'm still your Kitty, Wolfie!
