Musings

I sit here haunted by my past-memories so vivid, they hinder any happiness I might try to find. But last night I lay in the arms and laughed with a stranger. We had met only once before briefly, and yet it was if we had been old friends...as if we knew details about each other only close friends would know. And when he touched me, it was the gentlest touch I have ever felt from a man before. A man that had no intentions but to hold me and play with my hair all night. And everytime I looked at him, a smile would come on my face. His face was so endearing, his smile so genuine. So why am I looking for flaws...why am I looking for something bad, in somethin so good...something that hasn't happened to me in so long. Yet for every flaw I find, for every flaw that has previously sent the men packing, I find each flaw of his so perfect...each flaw just adds to him. So what am I trying to say? Why do I think of him everyday, why is his name repeated in my head everyday...his name-even his name is beautiful.