Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

You never forget and of course, how can anyone ever forget the times of their lives? And of course, I agree, the times of our life have changed and altered from their original state. But this is a normal thing. This is a thing that comes with age. Time moves and the glory days are more glorious and the memories become amplified like a fish that we caught as kids and somehow, the fish seems to get bigger each time we told the story. My heart does this too.It gets bigger, I mean.And sometimes, my heart misremembers and oftentimes, my heart glorifies and amplifies the realities that took place, way back when.And this is funny to me too because the world has ways of taking us in different directions and somehow, we come back to the same point and meet who we are supposed to meet.Years pass.Wait, no.Decades. And to me, “she” is still beautiful, and more, she is far more beautiful to me now because “she” is still that girl who gave me the feeling of a boyhood crush. I swear . . .. . .no one…