It never occured to me before his death that I had been looking for his face. I've realised this old love had his initial look, the one I had mourned as a child.
And it's rather shocking and sadening too, but it was mostly your smile anyway.
I need some time to heal, but I'm already sure that she would look right, so I feel ready for her now.
I can't wait too long, I've just realised I won't let it last.
A guess is that my next generation will be dangerous, bad by civilisation standards, so it will beat it, while letting any stranger wonder who is it?
Much more often than not, the biggest hurdles we face are our own fears, so a little bit more freedom IN MY MIND is all I need now.