I seldom, if ever, mean to hurt you...unless, you hurt me. Sometimes, I read a new person, or seems to be, and like and share you. Sometimes, not often, you share me. It's not enough to start a romance, a bromance or, a relationship of any kind, really.
Over time, familiarity breeds a fondness for seeing a name of a poet or poster, I like or 'kinda like'. I don't fall in love for anything, short of sex, these days. I don't fall for anything. I'm not the 'dumb shit' I was. I had more fun, and more 'love' and more sex...when I was young and dumb and full of...it! Remember those days? There was a surplus of 'it'. Damn...dumb!:-)
I visualize love. I believe in love. I don't think my mom and dad were in love. They were tolerant of one another, for most of 50 years. I'm tolerant. 'Tolerant' is kind of the new orange, orange equaling love.
I am not one, who believes, relationship, or any kind of true and lasting love, can start with dishonesty. If we start with that, we are nothing but a 'honey trap'. So, for me, it's a 'crap shoot'. I say what I think, usually based in experience, rather than, the academic, aka 'what sounds good'.
I don't come in with expectations, and because I don't...the over plus of any sum, with anyone, is humor...if you have one. From there, perhaps, a bit of fun may be born. It's a very 'iffy' thing, not sure of the season or humidity, or almanac of certainty.
When God gives me a shiny new fuselage, or heavily and expensively, repairs this old carcass...I may be 'caught out' of humility, bragging, raking, flirting...my way around, but I hope, I've learned enough, next life...'to leave alone' that stuff, perhaps to settle at some hermitage, retreat, or beach side bus...a fairly 'well stoned' hippy of the age.
I've learned a thing or two, writing with you, to you, of you...and of me. Mostly, baby bird wings, hardly fluttering the nest...dealing with my own little mess, in a very tall tree! So, if you find, I have 'insulted' you, and you thought, I might, at least be honor bound, I am bound to no one...save God Almighty.
More than likely, I didn't see your name, when I commented so egotistically, or I might have 'toned it down'. If I never knew you and amassed the same 'faux pas'...I might apologize. But, If your honesty is wise, I wont have to.
Take it on the chin, as have I...all my life, and you will be a 'made man' or woman, as the case may be. Just be honest if you really want love. Why, I may even fall in love with you! Aren't you the lucky one! Meet you at the waterfall, in my undone dee's! :-)
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Clyde's car crusher, google pic
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