A letter to my love

Many, many years ago a becoming man, who was still a boy, took about a great journey.



In those days he knew not what to expect and what was expected of him, knew only of his good health and ambitions.



Since many years he had enjoyed looking back, never forward, he reflected upon the goodness of his past, who cares about the future? Childhood.



Here he was looking through a window he had never realised was there. Percieving landscapes unknown to him and his youthful self.



As the winged carrier left the ground, taking him away from the only home he had known, he knew his childhood was ending there and then.



He was 18 yrs old and spent the ensuing period so alone.



After some time in this new place he became accustomed to a new energy within him, a seeking energy, strengthening his will to deal with the strangeness and newness of this situation. His friends, at this time, became his ambition and will to find his way in this new place.



Now years have passed, so much has been born upon him and much more he has needed to learn. Many encounters have reformed his character, redirected the path he sought and, indeed, still seeks. The boy is still apparent within him but now more distant, his internal voice more quiet, his influence one of decreasing importance.



A man he is now, still in contact with his boyish self, and yet, a man in all his glory.



He stands now, in life, having collected his experiences. Some of which he gladly wheels ahead of him, some which weigh him down as he shoulders them in his lifes backpack.



He is now 47 years old.



He still often looks back on his life and forever appraises his present self, but looks now longingly towards his future.



Ahead of him he sees the man he longs to be, there he sees something his life has sought since as long ago as whencebefore. Something which has been missing within him since all those years ago, during his childhood.



The love of that kind which is true, unquestionable and real.



This man has travelled so far, taken so much upon his young and now older shoulders, whilst unknowingly waiting for this time. He knew that he was in fact waiting for you, and yet, he always knew his ultimate destiny was to find you, to love you and be loved.



Now my destiny, my future and my path have a name. Your name Denise.