I was 23 years old when I fell in love for the first time. I realized yesterday that I am now the same age as the guy who caught my heart so many years ago. Donathan was 39 when I met him in a bathhouse in Hollywood; and I thought he was the moon. We celebrated his fortieth birthday together, and when the desert came and he had blown out the candles, I cried in that way that people who are in love cry for no reason when staring into the eyes of their beloved. I was young and thought that I had found my soulmate. I have since learned that soulmates are more complicated than that… and that love is not enough… But it is now 16 years later… and as I start to feel my knees hurt, and see my beard getting closer and closer to white, I am humbled to remember how beautiful I thought he was… and I trust that perhaps by the time I turn 40, another someone will see me as that beautiful too.
I see you like that and I really would like to meet you 😘😍
