Reminders of my failure

I hate songs about fond reminiscence of teenage years, like the one I heard on the radio a few minutes ago, extolling the warm glow engendered by memories of 'first love', 'first kisses', and that kind of thing. Because it twists the long-embedded knife in my psyche, the knowledge that I missed the whole of that area of life, given my inability to be myself as an early teen, then the growing knowledge that the world was never going to allow me to be myself anyway in my later teen years. In a way, I'm still waiting for my first kiss, the kiss of someone my heart desires. And that wait will never end, in any foreseeable circumstances.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B