After every time that I talk to you it takes me a little while to get over it! I sit here like someone who is lost staring into space thinking about you and what little we have said. Sometimes I write horrible poetry that does not really express how I feel, most of the time I don't even know how I feel much less write about it. I know that in a different place and time we could have been together, I think we could have been happy, but that time is too late now. When we were younger it would not have worked you were not ready to be faithful, to be a man, and I did not want to be in the place I was. Now I know you are a good man and I love you still but there are other factors to consider. I want to be home but my "home" has taken me far away. You have her and I have him and I guess I need to accept those facts. Yet all these things do not make me want to love you less or keep you out of my life. In fact my love has not faded over time and I can't go on without having you here, even if it is over the telephone. I hope to see you again when I am there and I know the boundaries that have been established. But to see your face and hear your voice would make up for all the sadness we have put ourselves through all this time.
