Reality...S

I still see the beautiful young girl when you smile
and find peace when I sit close to you and hold your hand.

We are developing a stronger bond but at times the reality of the outside world is just to much...to complicated and shatters my dreams of you and I.

I want barbwire fences put up to keep them out, I want the ideal in my head to be the true reality.

No more dealings with past loves, past relationships and old history. I want new stories...new events.... like kissing a newborns bottom for the first time or the first sunrise you witness.

Is that possible now at this point in life? Is there always going to be wounds, history and baggage?

I know the answer even as I ask the question. I do wish though...