On one's journey through life, things are often unclear in the haze of the moment, but with the passage of time and the gathering of wisdom, things come into sharper focus. I can see clearly now how significant this day, now seventeen years hence was in setting me on the path that I've been on ever since.
His name was "Billy" and he would be the first man to ever kiss me, the first man I'd ever love and the first man I'd ever make love to.
I was scared and afraid, both happy and sad. I remember how I trembled at the thought of actually meeting him for the first time. At the time, all of thirty-five years had passed since that fearful day when I realized with incredible clarity who I was and what the truth of my heart would be. I had made and kept sacred a painful promise to deny my truth until death unlocked the door to which I'd thrown away the key.
His name was "Billy" and it was on this day in 2004 as the fourth decade of my life was ending that he helped my heart to fly free for the first time in my life and I came to know love and it became real.
This is for Billy, if he wants it...
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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