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Posted by susan47 on November 24, 2007, at 2:40:39

In reply to Re: Left to Chance, Like This » Deneb, posted by Susan47 on October 8, 2007, at 22:33:29

There was not so much creation in what was spoken, as reality. There was a great deal of reality, so much so that it was almost impossible to look at until the glare of direct experience had been mellowed by time ... I love you.
This is a terrible thing.
Loving you is fruitless.
You exist for someone; you exist for many people.
Just not for me.
Time to heal, time to let the gentle shallows lap softly at my feet .. or something like that .. something soft, and warm, and gentle.
Kindness is needed.
So much kindness.
Gentle, and tender.
Sweet and dear .. like you.
God I miss being in Love.
Loving you.
It was sweet.
Terrible. Sweet and terrible, oh yes.


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