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Rated: 13+ · Appendix · Experience · #858849
perhaps miswrote
A time, long it seems tonight, ago I wrote of Billy, the most beautiful he was. Looking back into the mind and the memory his beauty still shines through, sparklingly so and disavow his particular perfection cannot be done here now. But, he wasn't the most beautiful as proclaimed and another, even longer ago, has reappeared, the first love, the want never satisfied.

Young then with locks of curls had I, and strength, and hope, riding the crest of delicious salad days. None left with me now but upon a time; sunshine, always so, genuine affection, adoration for the boy next door. Blond was he my adonis and the sweetest eyes created since time began looked upon me kindly.

Don.

The word alone still can send my heart racing and even yet can I see him walking by, driving his Dad's orange pickup , or riding his motorcycle past me, and always a wave would come my way. Simple and little it seems but enough for the day it was and if things had been a little different, just one heartbeat to another cadence, in his arms would I live today?

Forced is the effort to not regret, no looking back but if........and all the dreams had come true. If............. If........... IF only; for surely he was as lovely as the dream itself.

Don
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