I lost my virginity at 19, I lost my innocence decidely much later. 2003 was the time, I honestly don't know if I was aware of the corrosive ability of a crisis of faith in successfully derailing the whole innocence thing. I do know that I was promptly aware of a more survivalist mentality that followed. That's not to say I lost my compassion but I was infinitely more willing to cut people adrift whom I felt would never improve or who were not willing to take the necessary actions to get to a brighter place. I used to love lost causes, lost people, lost or dark or outright twisted souls. I found them fascinating; far more real and tangible than the girls who moaned over breaking a nail or messing up their makeup.
Yes, that loving innocent angelic side of me is lost. It may very well remain lost forever but at least now, I can live in the innocence of the moments of infinity and I can take my mind back to the glorious days when I set out to be the innocent hand that would rock the cradle of the free world.