The mathematics of life; add laughter to love, subtract hate and that equals happiness and when it rains look for a rainbow, and when it is dark look for stars knowing all along that the best way to get things done is to simply begin while not ever being afraid of being different but being afraid of being the same as everyone else because behind every person is a story and behind every story is a person.
It only takes one person to change your life forever and that person is you, not a dream, not a fantasy, but only reality and behind this woman I recently encountered is a story and I still can't decide which came first, the person or the story, as her story was that I was her first real love and in spite of her having been married several times and still being married, I was still her only real love, a love that no man has ever made her feel and in spite of the many years that have passed her love for me still lasts and she wants me and this will not pass.
I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeoning of chance and my head is ****** but unbowed and I go beyond this place of wrath and tears as the menace of so many years find me unafraid and I don't try relentlessly to understand for time itself will decide my joy of this woman's story. a woman that I have loved for a very long time over the years that have passed knowing that my joy will come when it is time even though so many years I have been too long alone under the sky wondering why.
So I asked her, "do you ever remind yourself to recall us" as I forget sometimes to leave thoughts of you behind and I am still here knowing that I have never forgotten you but as I learned in the Marine Corps, if you have a problem, take it out before it takes you out and upon realizing from this story which she is behind that I am nothing more for her but a a fantasy or a dream so it would seem because her marriage has no steam and she needs to live a dream.
So all that I can do is be happy and forget what is gone, appreciate what still remains while looking forward to what's coming next knowing that sometimes you have to give up on people, not because you don't care, because I do care, but because they don't and because they are just living a fantasy to keep themselves occupied and one that only benefits them and the less I give a **** the happier I will be. Jon York 2017