I know that the Bull St. Branch is open till 9 p.m. But there was no response. I know that he is tired. But he knows that I need to be close as we can right now.
I'm pretty sure he didn't like what I said...what happened to the man who could listen to my heart as well as my words?
I wonder if he will be back in touch.
What must the inside of many of the houses in this complex look like if the furnace man is complimenting Me on my housekeeping...lol
Somedays I wonder if the day will come when someone will love me. Then I wonder if I will have anything left to offer them.
I've been sitting here listening to Faith Hill, remembering when I was first introduced to her...and how :-)
And wondering if he ever thinks of those moments
When does it cease to matter if the ones we love choose to walk away?
Have you ever noticed that the moment you decide not to think about someone, or something, it is right there in your face.
Unlikely people speak his name and all at once the soul and mind are awash in pain again. Only one thing can heal the hurt...perhaps though it is too much to ask...that another love us more than they love, or hate themselves.
Is the question...how could I have been so wrong....or ....is it how could I have failed so miserably at demonstrating love?
What happens to all the stuff we save on these pages that doesn't show up when we look at it from outside?
What are we afraid of
success...or...failure?
Why?
How do we know when it is time to move on.
What happens when we are too tired to think, too beaten too feel, and merely existing requires more energy than we have to expend?
Why are people so afraid to trust?
How do you define love?
Today, tomorrow......alone or shared?
Which do you choose?
How will it show?
Why ?
How about coming home for a weekend?