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A blog, well, in theory perhaps.
Really, this is about my thoughts and feelings and path on this road I've been followiwng.
Please comment, leave your thoughts but don't ask me to apologize for my thoughts and feelings, and understand that I really do have a view on my own limitations
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Blog id: 2997

Looking over my shoulder

Yve  (updated by Yve)
I hold no animosity towards those forging a path into 'oneness with their dream'

Or even those stumbling around hitting into things and people in the dark.

It happens, my beef is with those that look a good thing straight in the eye, and not seeing the familiar, they close the door, or worse, peek out via the peek hole, never once embracing the possibility that different can be so good.

Pure breed dogs are generally beautiful, but have you ever noticed how healthy those bland ras - mix bred- ones are. Not always so refined, not always so accepted, and surely not conforming with the acceptable norm of standards, but damn if not lovable.

I've lived and loved, no question. I'm sure I've made some gigantic mistakes, and I've hurt a few along the way that should seriously 12 step back into my life and be dealt with, but maybe I'm advocating that you learn from my nonsense

Looking back over my shoulder, I wouldn't take back one single kiss I've shared - not the quick, "I got ya" kisses, or the slow deliberate desire filled one, and i surely dont regret sharing in the love of even one of the ladies who's path I've crossed - believing with each piece of clothing I removed that THIS one woman was the one, this soft sweet tender dream was the one I'd see even as my vision blurred in later years leaving my fingers to retrace these paths from memory, and I most assuredly don't regret the hours of whispered pillow talk that found me physically intertwined with endless bouts of giggles and sighs of subsided passion ....

But I am sorry for the harsh words
I'm sorry for those missed opportunities to lessen the pain via a simple hug
I'm sorry for those who weren't offered the chance to crawl under my skin and know my truths.
I'm sorry I missed the chance to take what I was offered more fully

I hope the 'loves 'of my life understand that even at my current 'matured' age, there have been times when youthful desires overrules sensibilities and we forgot to see the spark of greatness the other has.

~youth is soooo wasted on the young~
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