I thought about him today. Actually…I think about him at least once a day. Something as obscure as a turkey burger conjures up memories of him. I’m big enough to admit that I miss him.
Thought about calling to say hello so I could hear his voice or sending a text message but that exchange will end like most of our “exchanges“: a walk down memory lane fueled by an undeniable attraction which will have me back at square one. So…I’ll pass.
M2…where-ever you are…”Hi. I miss you.”
This one is for you Doo-Doo Brown.