Cathy - Missed Connections? Missed Opportunities?

Durham NC

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I don't know if I'd want to talk to me after all this time. Say whatever I want about the lasting impact of "first love", the truth is that I, simply spoken, did you wrong. More than once. More than twice. I'm sorry. I'll not waste your time with explanations or rationalizations. I'd like to think I've learned, grown, evolved, become the kind of man you could love and trust, a good, solid, kind, thoughtful man, but I may, in reality, be the scorpion drowning in the river, begging for help, and well, we know how that story goes. Or the way it always *has* gone. Hell, I'm 67 and I assume my stinger can't hurt anyone any more. But who knows? The pain I caused, though, was never calculated or intentional. Truth be told - isn't psychoanalysis great? - I'm afraid of love, afraid of being trapped, manipulated (like my Mother was so expert at). “And yet women - good women - frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.” - Charles Bukowski ...only to realize that keeping your soul isn't what it's ultimately for. Anyway, I moved back to Durham about 3 1/2 years ago. I think you are, or were, somewhere not too far away. And while "finally fulfilling the promise of lost teenage love" is a ship that sailed long ago, maybe having an old friend to have coffee with upon occasion, or going to catch a movie or show, or talk about how much better music USED to be, might not be too terrible. I'd enjoy the opportunity to talk with you some time. Most of all, I hope you're happy, and that your kids and grandkids are living full, productive, happy, and healthy lives. J