Journal Entry
May 17, 1980

It’s been a while since I last wrote but once again I take up the pen and write.  I write of the matters and concerns that occupy my thoughts.   I want love. We all want love. Love exists in many ways. So what is love?  The love between a man and a woman is the love I speak of here.  To touch, to hold, to cherish, to be close to another, to hold each other. This is what I long for.  

To have and to hold that person that is your love is one of the most joyful things one can experience. But yet could this be a dream with reality but always falling short? I have loved, for I give love freely, but I still have yet to experience the love that can exist between a man and a woman.  

I have know and love many women but they only have loved me as a friend, not as a lover. None could be considered more than overnight lovers or at most good friends.  

So I continue to see that woman that will be my perfect love.  I may never be a dream to perfect for reality but yet I continue to seek. To settle for less I would never be content.