Posted by susan47 on July 31, 2009, at 18:09:26
In reply to After the beep, posted by susan47 on April 12, 2009, at 14:40:28
I wonder sometimes, when I feel justified, and I wonder about your methods, and I wonder if you aren't even a little bit regretful that you couldn't handle things differently. And I imagine your lawyer or your accountant or your family or friend or friends or whoever, whoever is or was advising you, I imagine they must have told you to keep a record of my calling and leaving messages, and I'll bet you don't give all the content, and I'll bet you're choosy about what you choose to focus on, because you're no different. You my dear man whom I chose to love way back then, so many lightning dinosaur years from now, years ago, too many to care although it's only been six ... I believe ... my memory fades when I think of unpleasant things ... and I imagine I am one of your unpleasant things, dear C.W., Therapist (so proclaim we all, so we all aid in the deception, your deception, your inability to see the best of me, of myself, of my person, and seeing and taking only what could be translated to mean something else, something embarrassing or to be hidden or to be afraid of, and I think, this man has been a complete Fool.) .... but that doesn't make it true. Not because you thought it.
I can love whomever I wish, and the person who shies away from my love isn't worthy of it ... yet I am still truly able to feel it and to send it, and to think of you as Beautiful, deep inside, where it truly does count, if you haven't come to it I believe you will.
That's the promise of Life.
Each moment to its own.
With every breath, a promise.
poster:susan47
thread:832961
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