Fragments: Confession to All Old Flames

An open letter to all the girls I have ever loved

There are too many of you who have held my interest in the past, some more than others, to name; but let it suffice that I have revisited those moments in times past and seen the good in them.  I hope good comes to you wherever you may be.  If you have found men better than the boy I once was, or quite possibly better than the individual I am now, I wish you happiness.  If you have not yet, I wish you the best of luck, and pray that you don't settle.

For me to love now is different than what it once was.  For many, love has the meaning of possession.  But I have learned to accept that such may never be my lot, and thus the art of loving with an open heart.