I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I’m sure sex will come someday, it’s really not a big deal. When your married with three children , people aren’t wondering or questioning your virginity, but they may question your love in the marriage, in the family, of yourself, etc.

Sex will come to me, I’m sure. Love will find me, I wonder and dream every day.

Love is something I can feel inside me every day as a pulsing force within my soul. Sex is a quick fix.

So, this book of my life is almost done, and it’s time to start another.

Life is good, no; Life is Grand! Just to be alive is a miracle that astounds me every day. Life will go on and roll along when I’m gone, I’ll just have to wonder what it will be like.

When I’m in love, I’m alive, Things come into shape for the first time. Wondrous words spout from within, A touch can cause by sight to spin. Life takes on a lovely hue, Every day, I could myself among fortunate few.

When I’m alone, I still smile, Time stands still, if only for a while. Wondrous visions dance, before moving on, Anything will hapen, if I continue the song. Life speeds up, it will become something new, End won’t be ending, until I’m with you.

LOVE [written in caption]

So there you have it, folks. My 19-year-old self’s full explanation of love, and how it differs from sex. When I started logging this in, I thought I might comment on it, how I’m emotionally different and the same. Instead, I think I’ll let it stand on its own. Well almost. I have to say this. My poetry stinks!