i remember our simple love. holding each other at night. Tight. like children afraid of summer thunder. i would cling toyou like the last straw in quicksand. And your loving hands would press me genly, as if i were a delicate flower, petals shyly folding. i wish for those times. when it was enough to watch t.v. and laugh at the world. when our silence meant only warm contentment. when i only knew a tear during moments of explosive releasing Joy. i wish i had not outgrown you. i wish i could turn back and run into your arms. i wish, at least, that i had not broken your spirit, when i relaxed my grip. but i am not the same girl you loved. nor am i the lady who left you. finally, i have become a woman.