I expect simple behaviours here. Friendship, and love. Any advice should be from the perspective of the person asking, not the person giving! We have had to make new membership moderated to combat the huge number of spammers who register
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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This date comes around every year. On 25 November 1951 the boy I was to fall for in 1965 was born.
Every year this date has come by. Dates do that. Some years I was in tears, in pain, heavily stressed over the loss of the love I never had. Other years I have had an easier time.
As time has passed I have understood more and more that my prison is of my own construction, with walls precisely as high as I have created them. Over time I have reduced the height of the walls. Today they are about one brick high. I can trip over them, but they do not contain or constrain me.
This year I find myself thinking "I wonder what would have happened if I had kissed him?" But I am no longer wishing I had kissed him, nor am I obsessing over it or over him. He is not what I thought in 1965, nor the last time he and I met in 1970. I can tell this from his pubic internet persona, where the outgoing boy seems to be a naïve, gauche man. I may wonder what would have happened had I kissed him, but I think, whatever his reaction, I have had a lucky escape!
I mark this anniversary, his 65th birthday, as a beacon for others, a guiding light for a road they must not follow. I would not light this beacon had I not had the mixed fortune to fall for him and to become obsessed with him, for I would not have harmed myself emotionally since 1965 when he wafted into my life for five unrequited years.