Wondering, remembering and searching my memory of people I have loved or desired through the years has been an interesting and somewhat rewarding journey. Reflecting on images and shared dreams and hopes. I guess my mind is whirling with activity these past few days of what love, friendship, jealousy and desire really is. I ruffle through my past like pages of old book, and think of how much my outlook on love has changed so drastically and how much maturity has to do with it.
It is not a secret of my sexual past or history, I battled sexual immorality for many years. I have discussed this publicly. I can honestly admit that some of my previous lovers I did not love and it was driven by desire and a fear of being alone. I have loved very few.
The Idea of Love
Digging within my heart and soul I have come to discover that love can not really be explained or even contained in a box. My parents met, fell in love and were married in three months. I do not want to place limits on love, how one meets, how much conversation has occurred or how long one has known one another for one soul to love the other. Love is this unique mystery that I do believe is this private experience that is different for everybody.I think the only thing about love that is standard is honesty, trust and friendship.
Desire or Longing
Desire is a very tricky thing because it can be empowered by either love or just lust.
