Posted by Poet on October 31, 2008, at 15:59:46
I don't see her until Nov. 14.
She said, "this feels strange saying, see you in two weeks, but you'll be okay. I wouldn't have suggested it if I thought you weren't ready. You know where to find me. Call me. Email me."
I feel like a kid who just started riding a big kid bike with training wheels. Of course my bike is a 1960s one with a banana seat and butterfly handlebars. And a wicker basket with plastic flowers. And streamers on the handlebar grips.
I can do this. Maybe soon the training wheels will be off and I'll see her every other week. It's taken six years to reach this point, so my riding will be wobbly, I hope I don't crash.
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