A woman past her mid-life, dares herself on an adventure to travel across the world to see a man, she'd never met...
One does not always know why an impulse insists with such urgency. Suddenly caught inside a force too strong to fight
with no ability to deny the impulse.
Riptide energy are the words I chose to define my scramble to see Johnny. Being swept up and whisked along, practically
dragged by my bootstraps from the end of a speeding train.
Not exactly terrifying, yet uncontrollable. This is no movie romance trying for a reunion love affair.
I don't swing that way, and apparently, neither does he.
So why the heck Johnny, after all this time?