It’s been a while. Living life. Decided to get back to things I want to do. Share experiences, feelings, the odd story or a story old as time. It’s my story. We all have a story. And ultimately, we are the creator of that story. Sure the world intervenes every day. But it’s up to each of us how we dance with the world. Since I’ve been away, I’ve had plenty of interventions. Some I’ve dealt with as best I can, some I’ve cherished and some I absolutely wouldn’t tolerate. Same as everyone else, just in my own way. I look forward to sharing those experiences and the stories behind them again in the coming days. However, there is something that prompted me to jump back into this. Love.

It’s always love. It’s what everyone wants and the basis of most decisions in life. For me anyway. I’ve made almost every decision in my life based on what’s best for someone else. That’s the right and kind thing to do. If I do this or that, how will it affect the other person, how can I do what’s best for them? I’m no angel trust me. But it’s my nature. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve done wrong things. Those are not the same things. Mistakes are unintentional, wrong is not. Sometimes the line crosses. Sometimes the wrong thing is what’s best for you. Sometimes the wrong thing is the decision you make to preserve your own heart.

Stories tell over and over again the tale of young love. If you’re lucky, the young love turns to the story of your life. Your whole life. Love stories that last a lifetime. That’s my story and that’s where I’ve been this last 18 months. Longer than that really, it’s what prompted many of my older posts and stories. The return of my one true life’s love. Catching up and realizing it’s never gone away. Realizing the love of your life has many chapters and weaves throughout the years. Many hours spent talking, reminiscing, romancing, flirting, planning. Days go by one after the other. Looking forward to tomorrow, another phone call, another meeting, another promise. Time goes by and in some of those moments you realize this is it, this is my real life. Some connections so intimate and true that there’s no way a human soul can comprehend it. Those moments that you stop and think, I need to remember this. Flag this memory as one of the best ones. One of the necessary ones. One of the soul connection ones. Because the time and the talks and the meetings and the touchings won’t last.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized it’s not death and taxes that are the only guaranteed things. But change. Change is the nature of life. How else can you cram as much life and living into this short time we’re on this Earth? So, true to life, change came. We faded away again. All the days of long talks began to stretch out to every few days, then every few months. Did love die? Absolutely not. It just faded into the ebb part of life’s ebb and flow. A fire that burns hot will die down and eventually burn so low it’s barely noticeable. But it’s there. Sometimes it’s you and sometimes it’s the other person. And although you miss the moments, the shared experiences and just the essense of the person, you know it’s there. It’ll come back. Maybe in this lifetime or maybe not. But it’s eternal, it won’t ever disappear. Only change. And you live each day knowing where your heart is. And where his heart is. Smile and feel the warmth, the past, the memories. It was and is real. So go love somebody today, tell them before it’s too late. Who knows? Life just might surprise you. Love is the answer after all.