Detours and Stuff

Twenty five years ago, I had my life planned out... Or so I thought. The first order was to graduate high school. Then, pack up my 1983 baby blue Ford Escort, 4 gears and no air but she was my freedom from my hellish life! I loved her so much, I still remember her license plate number, BYH-8487. She was my baby! Anyway, I was gonna pack her up and just go. No plans of stopping until I was good and ready.

I never did take that trip. Not sure what stopped me. I didn't fall in love, but I certainly fell in love with the idea of falling in love. I did eventually fall in love, I guess I still am. But damn! Love is complicated and hurts way to much. I'll never understand why people you love will fight so dirty. I protect those I love and care about at all cost, even from my own anger. I guess I'm the exception and not the rule. Just thinking about those most hateful words that were spit out 2 years ago, 7 years ago, 9, 10, 15, 20.. 5 days ago... still sting more than that jaw breaking slap when I was a kid. Love bites!

So, nothing good can last forever. I've always known that but just didn't want to believe it. That DAMN hope!!! That's why I was gonna get in that car and just fly, never looking back...

Twenty five years. That's a long time, but not too late for a detour. And besides, I'm a helluva lot smarter now than when I was 18. Just the thought of being free excites me more than the thought of her. So many places to go, and they all have my name on them. No attachments, no strings, no one to answer to.

Hell ya baby!!!!