Memories are to be captured, treasured and shared. Some are gifts of rare beauty indeed.

I have been listening to the radio, the words on some of the songs bring you so strongly to me. It seems that wherever I look you are there. What comfort that is for me. You are the music, the poetry, the art, the words. Constituting every fiber which in turn makes the threads which in turn weaves the tapestry of my life. What a magical story that will tell. It will start with a solitary woman, burnt out, closed, damaged. Who gets a computer, starts checking out what is on it, and within days finds this screen name of a shynjmale. Well, she could not resist asking if he were really shy, but it was the profile that drew her to him at first. This miracle of a man, let the woman find her sensuality, her humor, and most of all trust for man. He guided, her taunted her when needed, teased her, excited her, till she was so totally captivated by him. Then to meet him, how nervous she was, would he think her ugly or find the darkness inside her to intimidating to breach. So with trembling knees she looked up into the eyes of this man for the first time and in an instant she was at peace, content in love, not sure how or why, but very sure of what her heart was telling her. The darkness was gone, in just that instant. gone, and the hug was like coming home, to safety. And the kiss nothing like anything ever experienced. The day proceeded and the magic only increased. She left knowing distance and time would never alter, only strengthen the love and the connection. A bit frightened about circumstance, but fearless in the knowledge that this man is the love of her life. This giving her the courage to follow her heart, which leads only to him. Always to him.