I'm pretty sure a monster lives in me. & it takes over sometimes. I feel bad when it comes out & shows it's self to the one I love. But he takes it in stride. & he doesn't judge me. He understands. I don't understand how I can be so loved unconditionally by someone who isn't my flesh & blood. I love him more than my flesh & blood.
When I was a little girl I would walk to the grade school house in the mornings, & I'd walk home in the afternoons. On certain days I would have two cases in both hands, one hand holding a viola and the other hand holding a saxophone. & I was the happiest, with both of my loves in my hand. & they were there waiting for my little kid hands to bring them to life. I miss my first loves.
