I miss going to places and meeting a woman whose eyes tell me that she is attracted to me. And she knows from my eyes that I am attracted to her. We flirt a bit until we get the courage to express our feelings. And then our relationship goes wherever it goes.
This used to happen a lot when I was younger. Will it ever happen again? Perhaps I should stop eating garlic and shower more often.
I miss playing chess. I never had anyone to play with, so I bought myself a computerized chessboard. This chessboard is somewhere in my storage unit. Finding it is like trying to find a haystack in a sewing shop.
I miss my Daddy’s toasted bacon and tomato sandwiches. He used to make them for lunch every Sunday after church.
I miss my Mommy’s macaroni and cheese. Other family members make macaroni and cheese from Mom’s recipe, but it does not taste the same.
I miss my daughters as little girls. They taught me so much, and I had a lot of fun playing with them. Alas, all too soon the Johnston Girls became serious adults. “Don’t be silly!” they say when I ask them to play.
I miss the Present, the Eternal Now. I spend too much time thinking about the past.