I used to love the mystery to you. The way I couldn't quite pin you down. How you were down the street one day and in another state the next. The well known two way connection left me with a busy tone when I needed you most. You were the most beautiful butterfly in my life. Oh how my impressionable I was then.

Forgive me Lord, for I haven’t been honest with myself. Or anyone for that matter. If it’s OK with You, I’d like to confess.