We where having thanksgiving supper with my neighbors today
(they are basically family)
And.... they have a nephew, whom I've met before, but several years ago. He's about 12 or 13 now - and reminds me of Andy - the boy I fell in love with so many years ago. The boy I write about on here all the time, and the boy whom I think about every day. Now Andy is 17, but when I met him - he was 13 - and the boy I met today is the spitting image of Andy when I met him.

Shoes.
Glasses.
Blue Jeans.
Butt.

Everything.
He has a belly much like Andy's too.
I didn't interact with the kid for fear of repressed pain.
Sad what pain can make you afraid of.