The Love They Take.

I could never understand dreams, but at times awoke close enough to them, so close that almost believing was apart of the last moment. I felt my dreams at times showed strength, flight and escape. As far as love goes, I believe there is real love in the world, not prideful love of the young, but needful, wanting love. I have not been closer than a meteor to a partner in too many years to honestly remember, and, even though I am certain I will be alone for the rest of my life, I will forever raise my wonderful son, and miss the days hurtfully, painfully that I spent raising my other sons and daughters because I was close enough to show them how I feel about them taking my love. If it could be understood by all who lose the feel of giving love, not just expected love, but the love you see them take. To not ever have love again, nor share the strength, happiness and reassurance I had drawn from it, then I am without.