I MISS.....

s0litude · 08-09-2013, 04:01 AM

I miss...

my innocence
the feel of childhood when there was no pressure, only opportunities to play, to find new adventures
family members: my older sister, Kim; my grandmothers and grandfathers; my great aunts and great uncle
North Carolina, the sights and smells of home
Spending time with my dad-- sitting quietly, watching tv, not saying a word and feeling as though we had the BEST time together doing absolutely nothing-- I enjoyed every moment of it and look forward for the chance to do that again
Watching my nephews grow up-- I wanna see those little boys become young men all over again and again and again
Long, slow, deep, meaningful kisses; holding hands and tracing my thumb along the backs of her knuckles... "Her", wherever she is, when I find her
my grandmother's chicken casserole and home-made brittle fudge-- the recipes were lost with her passing
music, the rush of performing on stage or on the football field during marching band performances
feeling as though there's a point to the chaos we call life

08-09-2013, 04:01 AM	#16
s0litude Member How Do You Identify?: Transman - HRT / No Surgery Preferred Pronoun?: Male Relationship Status: Single, but enjoying the journey.... Join Date: Mar 2013 Location: North Carolina (NE) Posts: 366 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 525 Thanked 1,210 Times in 310 Posts Rep Power: 21474849	I miss... I miss... my innocence the feel of childhood when there was no pressure, only opportunities to play, to find new adventures family members: my older sister, Kim; my grandmothers and grandfathers; my great aunts and great uncle North Carolina, the sights and smells of home Spending time with my dad-- sitting quietly, watching tv, not saying a word and feeling as though we had the BEST time together doing absolutely nothing-- I enjoyed every moment of it and look forward for the chance to do that again Watching my nephews grow up-- I wanna see those little boys become young men all over again and again and again Long, slow, deep, meaningful kisses; holding hands and tracing my thumb along the backs of her knuckles... "Her", wherever she is, when I find her my grandmother's chicken casserole and home-made brittle fudge-- the recipes were lost with her passing music, the rush of performing on stage or on the football field during marching band performances feeling as though there's a point to the chaos we call life __________________ "There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate." Robert Frost