...Back Down Memory Lane

On my way home and I thought of someone I hadn't thought of in years. I thought about the second woman I've ever loved. The last woman that I've ever loved. On the 11th of this month, my son turned eight years old. He's really not my son, but he was supposed to be. I gave him his name. I loved him before he was born. I was with his mother while she was about four months pregnant. I loved that damned girl. I even moved to Alabama to be with her. Obviously it didn't go well. It wasn't because of my sexuality, ironically. She was not a nice person. She lied, cheated, played so many games.

She was the first person to introduce me to heart break. It hit me hard. I hated her for a long time. I finally forgave her. It took years, but I finally did it. What made me think of her was Janet Jackson's "Come Back to Me". That would be the song I would always play during one of our many break ups. I was listening to it on my way home, and as if just happened yesterday, I thought about her. I thought about how happy she would make me. I didn't even think about the bad times that we had. I take that back. I did, but I didn't think of them negatively. I've finally let go. I wish her well. I just hope that she's changed and that she's raising my son right. I hope and pray she does.

Anyway, enough of the past. I did feel good slightly thinking of her however. Talk to you all later...