Just the Cat's Pyjamas

"For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love." • Carl Sagan ------------------------------ I remember being sixteen and in love. Love was so tragic then. So final. I really thought that I knew it all. I remember when my dad took my notebooks. I was so traumatized. I remember hiding notes in my room. I was so torn. So confused. HER or HER? HER or HIM? I remember dancing. The treehouse. Watching a mother duck. Listening to Ricky Martin. Was I really that intense? I remember walking home from the library. Cross dressers coming to church. Blue boots. I remember bonfires and music and the Geo and class rings. I don't feel like that could have been me. I am not that person. Am I? I often wonder where I would be if I made a different choice. Would I be happier? Would I be miserable? Would I be me? What would have happened to the people I love now? How many of them would I have never known?  Some days I long for the tragic intensity of my youth. I w...