It’s
the 3rd Tuesday of the month, which means it’s time for the
rescheduled once-a-month Journal Past Blast.
I
have to tell you, it’s been too long since I’ve done this… blog on what’s
written in my old journals, and it’s darned hard to start up again! This is a
test of humility, an allowance of vulnerability, and a belief in the growth of
oneself. If only I could be so sure of myself!
Well,
here goes nothing:
My Dear Sweet Robert
I continue to think
about when we will met again. This is only one of the many daydreams I have of
you.
The plane just arrived and
people begin to get off. I am to the side of them, mostly hidden behind a wall.
Then I see you come out.
I stare at you while you
walk slowly looking around for me. Your beautiful hazel eyes are glowing and
smiling. I don’t want to move, and stay behind the wall, taking you all in:
Your handsome brown skin, face, arms, and your beautiful body I imagine
underneath your clothes.
You come closer and
closer to where I am hiding, and I can tell that you are getting a little worried
that I probably hadn’t come yet.
When I think you are
right up to where I am, I run out from behind the wall into your arms and give
you a long, passionate, loving kiss. Then you hold me close to you, and I
whisper, “I love you Robert” in your ear. You say, “I’m not ever going to let
you go. We’re going around NY just like this,” and we both laugh.
I guess I read too many
trashy novels, huh Robert?