Sunday, August 19, 2018

Something We Forget

Love is not something that we learn. It's something that we forget. 

Maybe you can't teach an old dog new tricks. An old dog might very well recall old tricks, however. I remember days when I trusted everyone, when judgement didn't occur to me. Yeah, I can recall loving without fear. Days before my first broken heart.

Either I'm very lucky or very unlucky. Depends on whom you ask, I suppose. I've not grown up that much. Let me thank an adoring mother, a doting grandmother and rock'n'roll. 

I love you.

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