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Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Baby, It was a good cry. One that has left me weak for one moment, but the next moment revitalized my spirit and my strength. Thank you baby for listening. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for giving those unsolicited advices that helped me somewhat calm my fears. Thank you for burning those long-distance telephone lines with me and never minding the insurmountable bills to be paid later. *** I gripe and gripe about missing things, the constant changing I am going through, feeling sorry for myself, not realizing on the other side of the world, you are dealing with your own resistance to change. I never realized how selfish I was. I'm sorry baby. Let's take solace in knowing that no matter the distance, no matter the time, two things remain the same - I have you and you have me.
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