Jennifro

Lub dub..........Lub dub......Lub dub

I'm alive.  It's just that it's spring break.  Kids are home.  Nothing planned.  Nick's in project mode.  Kitchen's a mess.  I need attention.  Then, I find something.  And it was Some Great Reward. (recognize that?)

If you are not a Depeche Mode freak then unpack your bags, they'll be no holiday here.  Yet, if you are...indulge me.

Nineteen years ago I was young.  Young, emotional and kissing a long-haired boy in the park.  We shared enough in common, but mostly a matchless love for the boy band mentioned heretofore. I was smitten.  And then one night (in a word), scorned.  Well, not truly scorned if you look up the actual definition, but it did feel like a hot iron brand to the heart. You remember, you've been there.  So it was in the dark hours of morning, (in an effort to heal myself) I sat upright in my bed and poured pain to paper.  

Preface ended, I offer you my unsent letter (down below)... filled to overflowing with palpable teen-age angst and a wee bit of brilliance, I must admit.  Misery makes a marvelous muse. But, like I said, if you're not a DM dyed-in-the-wool you may not get my Meaning of Love. 

(P.S.  Cut me some slack.  This is decades before I could vent my emotions on Facebook Status).