the longer I live the more I love.
you ladies really are the treasure of the world.
there is not a women I have chatted to,
smiled at
or joked with,
that I have not fallen a little bit in love with.
its an unconscious thing,
and I rarely dwell on it,
but sometimes when I am alone I think about them,
and something we could have had in another time
or another place.
but reality always asserts itself,
and knowledge,
sadness
and regret
combine to leave me feeling a little bit empty.
its a self-imposed prison,
not alone but lonely.
and we move along.
you forget.
but I never do.
