It was so many years ago when I first met her, but almost like yesterday. Charlene, the love of my life, dominated my thoughts deep into the night and early morning hours. After seven years, I still grieved like a lost puppy missing its mom. Insomnia can be dreadful, incurable in some cases, I suppose. Married sixty-three years, Charlene left me looking as beautiful as the day she stepped into my life on her way home from high school to say hello to Onalee, her next-door girlfriend. Wearing my Army uniform on my first military pass, I knew I had to see more of this beautiful girl, but Charlene made it clear that wouldn't happen. "I'm going steady, " she said. "He's in the service. He's away now." With that bombshell, Charlene walked out the door. Onalee, the boyfriend's younger sister, turned to me, and shrugged with a small smile. "Guess she's unavailable Jack." Unavailable? I didn't need a dictionary to define the word. But unavailable? She's right next door...and probably long overdue for a fun weekend. My sleepy girlfriend, stirred, planted her feet on the floor, yawned, ran her hand through her hair and rose. "Be right back honey, " she mumbled, and headed for the bathroom. I checked the clock, grimaced, then resumed my trek down memory lane.