I've loved two men. One never knew I loved him. One always will. Their names are secrets, in their own right. Secretly stored away in my heart and in my memory. Secret to the world. Confined to my diary. But other names, although not associated with love, they mean something. Some touch me mentally, some emotionally, some physically. Some whisper lustful wishes. Others regrest of missed opportunity. And a select few- fond memories and perhaps and underlying 'What if'. Some names are secret, but not all need be. And here are a few names, that for some reason, I don't want to keep locked away: Dan Williams, Bryce Quinn, Paul Tolodxi, Chad Looney, Darrell Alexie, Christopher Redfox, Boone Tegeler, Alex Sucher, Jimmy Commins, and Casey O'Connor.
