Laying here in the dark, with the man I used to love snoring behind me.  Thinking about love, ...how it overcomes me and then leaves....a hollow within.

Thoughts have been on Randy lately.  Was it really love, or just some long lost desire for a lost youth, a lost friend.....a lost chance at normality?  We really didn't have much in common except d&d, but oh how his brown eyes made me smile.

When I was 18, and the torment of kenneth lay upon me, I thought my life so bleak.  Now, with the amputation, the isolation and the overwhelming desire to avoid people, I know the meaning anew.