My God, I'm all alone

E-word,

I've been thinking about being young, especially after my last post. I thought about A**a, and how innocence and lust crashes together. I remember things like eating ice cream with her on hot summer days, and french kissing her and cold ice cream sliding between our tongues and our mouths, down our chins. I remember giving her her first orgasm, and A**a saying, 'What was that?' I remember our very first kiss on Prom night, and I remember practicing kisses on my dog before-hand. Puppies are great for things like that, I'd kiss her on her back.

I guess I can't help but have nostalgia for some things. I remember walking around a park in spring rain, and A**a would shake the branches of a tree to make me wet. I remember when she would visit me at my dorm during the fall, and we'd hang out in her car until she had to drive home. I remember walking back to the cafeteria, seeing people I knew and having dinner with them.

Not believing in nostalgia doesn't mean I don't have memories, I think. It means not believing things were better back then. I have to say that hot summer days eating ice cream are far and few between as I get older.

Love,

Toe