His name is Billy, and I'm remembering him right now... It was 22 years ago tonight around this time that I met the first man I thought I'd love and be with for the rest of my life. I've written about him before and now as I re-read some of my recollections of my first brush with love and its passions, all those both lovely and painful memories have come back to fill a part of the space in mind that is usually occupied by thoughts of the beloved one. In truth, Billy was the only man, including my husband who ever had a chance of displacing the beloved one from the largest part of my heart he's held captive for these many years.
If you care to read them with me, here is the story of Billy who came into my life and proved to me that love was real:
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