Years and years ago, when I was but a young (think chicken) thing back in the 70s, I hooked up with an older man (think someone in his 20s). Our families had been friends since the 60s, and had remained close.

Our fathers, both being military, had been stationed rather close to each other, so we made the trip down to visit their family. His father had retired from the military by this time, and so we went to their house. My parents decided to stay in the family travel trailer, my sister stayed with their daughters, and I slept downstairs in the basement with the boys. That's where things rekindled themselves to a burning flame.

The second night we were there, I was getting ready to sleep on the floor of the basement, when Bruce told me there was plenty of room in his bed for both of us. I jumped at the chance to sleep with in his bed, because I had a major crush on him. He was tall, muscular from working in construction, covered in black fur, and had blue eyes. That has always been my "knee weakening" combination. Bruce had it all.

I climbed up into bed with him that night, and the song "Moonlight feels right" by Starbuck came on. Bruce, ever the romantic one, started to sing it softly in my ear, and I melted into his arms. We started kissing, and instead of having rough and ready sex, he made love to me.

We stayed there for about a week total, and the entire time, Bruce and I were making love to each other every night. He had even gone out and bought the album with "our song" on it for us.

Finally it came the day that my family left to go back home. Yes, I cried, as I was leaving the first love of my life. A few months later, Bruce's family came to us for a visit. I instantly gave up my bed to Bruce, fully knowing that I would be sleeping in his arms again, and I did.

For another wonderful week, Bruce was mine. When they left, he pulled me aside, and whispered in my ear "I will be back for you." That was in 1977.

My father, still being in the military, was transferred to another base, farther away, but we kept in touch. Finally, dad retired, and we made the final move to Vegas.

Then, in January of 1979, we got a fateful call from Bruce's mother. Bruce had killed himself. We didn't know why, just that he did. I had answered the phone, and when his Mom told me why she was crying so terribly, I passed out. My love, my one and only love, had killed himself.

I dealt with the pain of knowing that I would never see him again, except in Pictures of the two of us. From the pictures, you could see love in our eyes for each other, even when we were just sitting and talking about how the tree was growing.

Recently, I was going thru some music, and came across the song "Moonlight Feels Right" by Starbuck. Something prompted me to listen to it, and all the memories came flooding back. The love I felt from him, I have never felt from anyone else.

"I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean, and drop the top on Chesapeake Bay, There's nothing like the sky to do some potion, And the moon is smiling bright."

Bruce, I know your smiling bright down on me now,, but I still miss you, and still love you.