His skinny yet muscled arm protruded from the tie-dyed,
t-shirt . His shirt ablaze in orange, yellow, blue, green sun ray
streaked shirt lay just over his beating heart, a heart that was like gold in
its purity. carefully with his work on SCM declassified(单片机解密)and
Chip declassified (芯片解密)I
remember that heart, kind, respectful, and loving. I also remember
what that heart became, addicted to the high, selfish, amoral, and
manipulative.
Both lived under that tie dyed t-shirt. One was a fisherman, and lover of
nature, a republican, ( I didn’t understand that part) the other a criminal, a
thief stealing from ones he loved without hesitation. He even stole
from relationships until all he left was the anger, and the loss.
He was memorable, he was lovable, he was amoral and was finally asked to leave,
was paid to leave, and his leaving will always be the lowest point in my life,
and the grandest.
He was a study in self-destruction.
The days grow long and love has returned, although a one way street, in that I
receive it. Another gives me love and I am grateful and thank God for
it. I do relish the feel of love given me, I will however, always
have the dream, a dream that shall never be fulfilled, of the grand love, the
great love affair, that can never be. I would rather die then
face that sort of exquisite pain again.
