I follow my heart, for I believe passion will always reveal truth.
My heart has been my teacher, my mentor if you will. My heart has been a tough master.
I find myself intrigued once again, and my writing has less interest now.
I am intrigued by an old friend. He has been with me since childhood, destiny perhaps.
We met for drinks to discuss my writing, for I found him again on the Internet and sent him a note asking if he remembered me. Of course he did, for we were lovers many years ago.
Different paths, different educations, different outcomes. Opposites? Attraction?
He is quiet. I am brazen. He has few lovers. I have many. He is alone. I am alone.
I am attracted.
He has things to teach me. I have things to teach him.
Learning about ones-self through another, that is love I believe.
We had drinks, wonderful hugs, and I kissed him shyly, like we never were lovers.
I intend to spend time with him. Old friends are the best.