I could be a lover. Forever.

I’m ignoring things back at home. In Minnesota. Because I’m away. That’s a fact of life. People get ignored. I can’t pay attention to everyone. I have to pick and choose. My Italian true love is the most important person in my life. Other than me. Guess I’m the most important. Which makes me seem selfish. Thing is, if I didn’t take care of myself, I wouldn’t be around to take care of others. I want to be there for my cherished loved ones. I tell the creator that’s all the more reason to allow me to live a long, long life. Maybe forever. I wouldn’t object. Then I could be a lover. Forever.  –Jim Broede