He says it was not just sex. How could it have been love for him.....when living on the streets is preferable to being with me.
He says apologies don't cut it...he's right...actions speak louder than words...but actions can also speak "I'm sorries" and "I've changed my minds"....things happen, it's how we deal with the happenings that count. If it's love ....we deal with them together. We don't leave the one we love alone
How could it be love....he mustn't even have found it to be good sex
Now there's a way to let a woman know what you think of her
Everyday
We may not always get love right, but the important thing is to keep on trying. I'm sorry that what we had to offer was not enough. I'm sorry for you, for me, for my son (who really does like you) and for God. We're all being cheated out of a chance to celebrate something magnificent.
July 27 6:45 p.m.
Holidays began an hour ago. Eight weeks ago I couldn't wait for them to get here....this was going to be a time to share time. :-) Now I just wonder how I will fill the days....
It seems my enthusiasm for time-sharing was pre-mature.
I miss the one who brought those dreams and thoughts alive....I wonder does he ever miss me
I used to pray that I would find someone who loved me and would have the chance to make love again before I died. I suppose I should have made sure, not just believed that the committment went both ways. Now all I've had again was sex.
The thought fills me with sorrow, not sadness, for sadness fades, but sorrow becomes part of our fabric,
the essence of what we are. I wonder if it will slowly erase the joy
July 7
I wonder why we suffer from the desire to kill it....
I wonder if we refuse to love ..do we die
I wonder without love if we ever really live...
July 10
July 5
Is it really love if he disappears and doesn't bother to communicate.
Can we really love others if we refuse to let them know it?
July 3
July 4th
"Stuff"
"Stuff" or actually the sharing of "stuff" is the bane of life for someone I love. Yet how better to get to know the person inside. "Stuff" is what ties the peaks and valleys of life together. "Stuff" is like music...the silence between the notes. It can be good. It can be bad. It can be downright dull. But when it comes right down to it all we consist of is "stuff". The powerful thing is that the "stuff" of yesterday and today does not have to determine what tomorrow's "stuff" will be.
July 6