I don't have much to say to you.
You've left me no choice.
Our conversations have meant nothing.
Our exchanges have shared even less.
I don't know what you want from me.
You've taken everything I had.
My gifts have meant nothing.
My sacrifices even less.
I want to tell you everything.
I don't know how.
It's not like you'll understand any of it.
I want to give you everything.
I don't know how.
It's not like I haven't done so already.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
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Day 120.
Within seconds, she was where the action was headed - the kitchen. The kid went in first and ran around the huge island. The dog followed, H...
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She was trying to enjoy her conversation with this attractive stranger, but she just couldn't detach from the reason she was there to be...
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He was about to order another scotch, but decided against it. If he did decide to speak to her, he wanted his wits about him. He wanted his ...
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She felt it when she walked in though she didn't really know exactly what it was. She could feel them looking at her, more like looking...
Like it. Speaks to how hard it can be to just connect in a way that seems so easy to do.
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