I got my old red motorcycle out, inspected, and rode it most of yesterday. It seemed so small. Maybe I’m just a little bigger now.
It reminded me of riding with you.
I remembered riding around the bay, stopping for a beer. I remember when times were good. I hope you have those good times now.
You are still in my heart. I just want you to be happy.
Author: Him
A story of love lost. Just a guy in love with a woman that doesn't want a relationship with him. She moved away and married someone else. I have shared this blog with her, and she knows the truth. I tried. I waited for a while. But, none of it worked. She is married to someone else now, but still drops into my life now and again. I am trying to move on. But, she was my one true love that inspired me to be a better person. If any of this story has meaning to you, please let me know. Thank you.
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No, I don’t have good times now. I go home and wonder how drink he will be. He is becoming more of an asshole, he says that is because he is not drinking.
I am back to wanting to be alone. I like when I funny have to talk to of deal with anyone in”my space”. I sleep in my own bedroom.
I wish I had days where going for a motorcycle ride and a beer were on my schedule.