I met a young lady this evening while dining with friends. She was fifteen. She was strong out of necessity. She had a mother who did not care, nor did she demonstrate any sense of caring. I knew that there was a terrible lack of intimacy in her life. I was deeply saddened for her. We spoke a good bit. I saw myself in her when I was her age … however she was emotionally more, more what? I will say “more with it” as I cannot pass the judgement of her being more emotionally mature than I at that age. We connected and I hope that I can keep that connection.
large spring moon -an intimate moment shared by all