The wonderings of a young man in an old body.

 Like most people his heart has been broken many times, no that’s not quite true , his heart was only broken one and later his pride damaged many times. After her he stumbled through life from one affair to another seeking what he had lost.  His thoughts kept returning to her and that little strawberry girl child. That thought brought him both pain and pleasure. It provided the impetus for all his actions. It propelled him through his career. It gave him the courage to face enemies head on, to face death. It gave him some peace but also drove him a bit crazy. He tried to dull the memories with a bottle. For many years his primary goal was to get to the bottom of the bottle. It enabled him to slumber dreamless. His personal code prevented him from doing what so many others had done to him to him marriage was sacred. He stayed away from her; often taking far away missions to avoid being anywhere near her.  To escape the memories of those days, but the memories often creeped back…a song, the smell of Windsong, an old car, a green eyed blonde…they caused the rain to start within his head and often it seeped out his hazel eyes. To the world he was stoic but the battle raged within for his sanity. As his life ebbed away his thoughts once again turned to that little girl child. Maybe he’d never know about her paternity while he lived but he would know in eternity.