EMOTIONAL JOURNEY.

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Human beings are designed for many things. Loneliness isn’t one of them. – Mary Alice.

The room was small, the day was noon, the bed was a double iron bunk, and I was 14. While my three roommates snoozed away as the siesta demanded, I laid supine, day dreaming,about a boy.

In this dream,  I was the love of his life and he was the love of mine. We loved each other in a way that was true and devoid of any judgment. I could confide in him and he too could confide in me.

We supported each other, helped each other win, and because he was much older than I was – groomed me and lovingly forgave my childish excesses.

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