young at heart

The realization that there are more years behind me than in front of me urges me to set a goal of sorts to do things, see places, taste something new. The one thing I would very much like to have happen would be to fall in love again. My memories of love past will always be a part of me and who I was, but those loves remain only in my mind and that’s a quiet place.

Waking up next to someone special holding her softly smelling her skin, pulling her toward me in a tender morning moment. Those are some of the things I miss as I sleep alone with my thoughts and dreams. Some say at my age love is more about companionship but to me, it would be two people with history and memories to be shared with a willingness that speaks for itself.

Being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely, but filling the hours in a day can seem like an eternity for those with love still to give. Holding hands and stealing a kiss isn’t just for the young but for the young at heart as well.

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