Maybe I should have been more careful what I've wished for. Life, for me, has been a genie from a bottle granting me every little whim. Holding on to it, well, boys, that's a far different story.
You don't learn loss in school. Until your first grade teacher is no longer your teacher. Until your pretty little friend, Lynn, misses a few classes. Next thing you know, the class goes to her funeral.
It's all about love. Until it isn't. Then it's all about loss.
Oh, I've got shoes in the closet that have gone in and out of fashion several times.
It has taken a very long time for me to understand that lust fades but love is forever.