At the heart of all my desires lies hidden my thirst for companionship, and in all my adult years as I have sometimes desperately, sometimes frantically, often times confused, searched for some ideal - companionship was the one thing I needed and craved the most. This is not a fact that I speak about often, rarely sharing with others. Like protected treasure or tightly guarded information, this secret desire can emerge in tangled midnight memories or misty daytime whispers. Hating to be cliched, I suppress and guard this information daily. I am a fraud. It's ironic that I can see it now more clearly at 46 and then I could at 16 or 26 when I thought I knew it all or 36 when I was raging against the world and the unfairness of it all. Wisdom is like that. It is ironic also that I am more alone now than I have ever been. If I ponder that fact too much, it can lead to some dark days. Yet, I am in love with this city; as I drive the streets crowded with...
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