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daf I remember when I was 15 and love was a new experience. It was enough to hold hands and touch cheeks together as fingers touched another's tips.

I remember how comfortable love was before it became a game. Before all of the mistrust, manipulation and lies kicked in. Before the object was to find sex or security. When the object was only to be in love and to love.

It's like catching a glimpse of something lost and wonderful more and more frequently these days with you.

As the insecurities subside and the issues evolve to resolve themselves, there come times when we do nothing more than hold hands and sit with our heads together. And perhaps you think because there isn't a lot of frantic kissing and touching on my part, that perhaps my interest has waned. Nothing could be farther from the truth.

It's just nice to revel in love's innocence again; the simplicity of its generosity. It's nice to have you come out of the jungle to sit with me and catch our breath.

It's nice to have come full circle to where love belongs.
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flowerock I love this, you put into words a feeling I've had, a thought I've glimpsed... sometimes just basking in the light of love like sunlight on seedlings or moonlight on ocean waves, is all I want or need. 151216