Remembering Emeebee
Stopped at Ruby Tuesday this Thursday night. The host seated me adjacent to the table at which [Emeebee] and me dined during our first date, some three months ago. How could something so beautiful turn to old ugly stone so very quickly?
Without visible warning, her love ebbed and faded. No more late nights by dim bedroom lights. All our presumed time together became but a lovely idea not duplicated in practice. She grew to like watching her watch more than my eyes. I loved her so much.
Are my mind’s eyes as afflicted as my physical ones? Do I want too much? Should I want nothing at all? Or course, I can go it alone. But life is so much nicer – so much more worth living when there’s a lover to share it with.
I want to love. I want to be loved.
