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Was thinking about Angela from way back in high school, during the ‘70’s, just before technology started to change the world forever. She liked me, I liked her, but I couldn’t go there because I truly liked her more than anyone knew. I was socially naive in those years, though smart enough to know I’d end up breaking her heart (because I hadn’t yet learned how to handle growing up in a family having little stability and trust). I recall thinking about how terrible it would feel to break her heart, while at the same time thinking she could possibly be my best friend and lover forever. Her older brothers helped me remember to think first during those hormonal years, telling me they would kick my butt if I hurt their sister. They didn’t concern me in that sense, though they definitely could have kicked my butt, but they made me think about the most important aspect, and both were really good guys. In the end my thinking was Angela would hurt less by never starting a relationship with me, which was probably true, but no one has ever matched our energy bond that was present without either of us having to do a thing. Today with more maturity, I’d never pass on the opportunity for that kind of rare happiness with another person. Hope your life is well Angela, with your beautiful smile, Irish beauty, warm heart, and joyful laugh. Your memory still makes me smile. Merry Christmas!
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