In my dreams, I'm young again. I don't wince when I pass a mirror or stand on a scale. I can shave without fear of a Shakey hand. I could eat cardboard if it were put in front of me. Being young and in love wasn't always real; it was more of a test group searching for the perfect one. She wasn't always the prettiest or had the best shape, but she was the only one that sent shivers down my spine and made my heart skip a beat. She was innocent, as was I, and we discovered that sex was more than just that. It was making love with a passion that words could never fully explain. When I awakened from my dream, I'd grown older faster than I expected, but lying beside me was the woman who made my heart skip a beat and gave me shivers as I looked in the mirror and smiled, counting my blessings.
Mike 2024
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