Someday Never Comes

The beats of this song remind me of my heart when I was first astonished that something as exquisite as the woods around us found me just as appealing. We had a Southern dream going on. The day we strolled along the creek was July's magnum opus of 1989.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the dust stirred up by our feet. It glowed through the air and bounced off of the leaves and the surface of the water. It twinkled playfully, like your eyes as you looked at me. I looked back at you, and my restrained smile broke out. You were beautiful. Always have been. I took your hand, and we stumbled along the side of the creek. Your fingers grasped mine with each bold step. Each squeeze of your palm would zing through my arm and down to my stomach where I would feel a hundred elated butterflies. My heart would skip a beat each time.  Stabilizing something as wild and vibrant as you exhilarated me and calmed me. Being your safe place made me feel safe.
   Following close behind you, I remember catching the scents of the forest mixed with your sun-baked hair. It smelled so perfect. The smell of a woman and nature. No perfumer could design a better smell than our creator had in that moment. It must have been what Adam smelled when he first held Eve close to him. Until that moment, I had never thought that something could be simultaneously innocent and erotic. You brought a lot of first realizations to me.

You were the definition of content to me. You were the definition of humanity, of love, of respect, of honor. Of happiness.
I miss you some days. I wish I would be relieved, but some days never come.

From bad things come good things. Every action has a reaction.
I was pondering the idea of mantras recently. I wondered what mine was. I gave it some thought, and a recurring, similar thought I seem to have when things don't go my way seems to be "Good things always come from bad things." So I suppose that's my mantra.
Is "good things always come from bad things" a logical statement though? It would seem so. If you cut your head falling off a bike without a helmet, you learn to wear a helmet next time. That's good. If your relationship failed due to a problem, you can go into the next relationship stronger and wiser. That's good. Hell, even a terrorist attack brings a community closer together.
I wonder if you could say that good and bad are equal and opposite. It would imply that bad things come from good things, too. Is there a bad reaction if a man and a woman nearly perfect for one another get married and live happily-ever-after?
Who knows.