vlomer1967

little melancholy. This was one of those times. I was remembering the good times with Diane. Hell, they weren’t good, they were great. For so many years we were so much in love, so happy together. I just couldn’t figure out how we lost that. There was a time when I just couldn’t wait to get home to her loving arms. Just the touch of those soft lips on mine when I walked in the door made me the happiest man on earth. I would give anything to recapture that feeling. I just didn’t think it was possible anymore, not with Diane, and maybe not with anyone. Diane and I were both different people since the divorce. She was still living a life of celibacy. That I didn’t understand at all. I had never asked that