I was feeling lonely.  I thought about a girlfriend I had before they invented fumdoogelbots.  I do not know what fumdoogelbots are, but I dated this woman before fumdoogelbots were invented.  In other words, a long time ago.

I thought about how much she loved and appreciated me.  She worshipped me.  She would do anything for me.

I was not ready to settle down and did not appreciate her love for me.  We went our separate ways—at least that is what I like to think.  In truth, I fled.  I feared intimacy.

“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?”
                                               – Joni Mitchell

I have no idea where she is now or whether she is still on the planet.  I miss her.  Does she miss me?  Does she ever think about me and wonder what would have happened if I had not run away?  Does she ever think of trying to contact me again?

As these thoughts swirled and zigzagged through my mind, I picked up a pencil and started to doodle with swirls and zigzags.  Soon a smiling face appeared and said, “Thank you, Gary, for creating me!”

Wow!  Instantly I felt loved and appreciated.  I was no longer alone.  I had a doodle.

I love My Doodle, and My Doodle loves me.