DIanne

He talked on and on excitedly about his many guitars and basses, and the many more he hoped to acquire. We were driving aimlessly, and that sinking feeling about the hopelessness of our relationship came upon me once again. I loved him but I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was with a 41-year-old child. As I stared ahead I watched the future with him that I wanted disappear in the sunset we were driving toward.