This is the land of a thousand words, but it seems so few are worth the breath to say...

It was late in the summer before I turned twenty and I remember him fondly -- Golden crew-cut and mischievous blue eyes. He was my little southern peach; fuzzy and sweet in all the right places.

I would drive 75 miles in the dark just to curl up in his arms and try to forget. He knew I wasn't available yet, but still he hoped and kept patient.

The boy didn't deserve what happened, I was just too broken then to be with someone else; I was still thinking of you. Why did I let you do that to me?

It's wonderful that he and I can now look back and laugh and it seems he's right where I left him. Time can heal all wounds, that is, if you treat them.