Evolver

At 14, walking down the street with a boy, not to imagine two or more, hanging at the corner would have been my worst nightmare.
Being shy was an understatement!

At 16, dreams of forever after with the boy that lived down the street was the best part of my day. Fairy tales almost ruined my life.

At 17, made up a story about being sick which elicited my first kiss.
What a wonderful experience.

At 19, the boys came sniffing, even in my baggy jeans and lumber jack shirts.
I still wonder what kind of mystical ‘cologne’ I had on then.

At 21, I had become a heart breaker, or so they said. One once said to me ‘you are like an indecisive driver, you rev up a car and then decide you don’t wanna go for a drive after-all’.
Still trying to figure out what this means.

At 24, I tasted butter scotch and coffee and experienced the lifting of one leg.
Heaven was my sanctuary.

At 25, the pain was slow and sharp at the same time.
Had me confounded for time unknown.

Now, I have to accept the fact that the one I love chose the one I also love.

The complexities of life!