H v. K

When I was a little younger I was a good kisser, now I believe I have lost that, but instead am a good hugger. The change I say the change. Many days have I contemplated what it could mean. Things have come to mind, but none have made too much sense. Today onward to Topeka I did realize that I have made many accomplishments, or at least I am told. I like to set those goals post completion. J. Kelly gives me the mad props for Amy, Christopher for Marilyn, the back in the day boys for the JefCo times. The T-bell crew for my amazing taste in well uh... hind quarters. However, now I have no desire for these things. hmm a change in affection qualities it seems. So content am I with what I have done? Grown from the needs/desires? Tired? Broken? Beaten?