For the first time in my life, I basically have a desk job. I'm preparing to move into an apartment again all by myself in about six/seven weeks. It's all lined up - it just isn't available until then. I do have several tasks regarding initial set-up and move-in but I'll worry about that at the beginning of next month.
The shows that appeal to me right now are more nostalgic and romantic. I still watch quite a variety but I am enjoying the fact that I do have evenings where I can have a drink and relax, play games, or read - and just feel safe and comfortable.
But my memories. I remember the evening we met. Dancing, conversation, flirting - and me giving you my phone number. It took you a couple of days to call but you did - and we ended up spending an entire day at King's Island. As we stood at the top of the fake Eiffel tower and watched fireworks, I realized that I was head over heels for you.
You were so handsome. And so attentive. And I like to remember you like that. I know that deep down, you're there. I just can't see you now. Maybe someday you'll return.
If you don't, then I don't think that I will ever tell you again that I love you - even though I do. Thank you for our girls - and our grandbabies. May they all just reflect the best of you.
Doesn't matter who you are spending your time with - we had many things together that no one else can ever touch. Be that good dad again who adored his girls. Be that fun Grandpa who loves to play. And be that good Catholic boy from Cincinnati who filled up my world. Forget me if you need to. But don't forget your children.
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