I didn't mean to, I swear!

Purely by happenstance, I found myself drinking scotch, listening to Johnny Cash and talking about an ex-girlfriend with a friend tonight. I also looked at old pictures, and read old letters. While drinking scotch. And listening to Johnny Cash. I totally didn't plan that.

And it was mostly wierd, since this is a relationship that ended long ago. Any and all feeling should be long put away and locked up, right? Forgotten or enshrined as necessary. And yet, I remember receiving most of these letters. I remember what was goign on in my life. I remember what attracted us so much to one another.

What I had forgotten was that this person loved me so completely, and totally, and wholly so. At the time, I guess, that didn't count for enough. Even now, I don't think it would have been enough; love, sadly, can't quite conquer all.

But what does still remain, if only in these letters and pictures, is the fact that someone did love me, once. And that makes me at least a little happy, and gives me hope that I'll yet find another girl who will love me as much I may love her.

Until then...


xoxo,
dan

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