loss of words
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She called me yesterday. I know she was worried after reading yesterdays entry. Who could blame her? I read and re-read that entry more than twenty times. Each time I read it, I feel something different. While on the phone trying to explain to her how and what I felt, it took more strength than I knew I had inside me to keep from crying. But I managed. I got threw it. And I�m sure she had no idea. Or maybe she did clue in to the shaky voice and that�s why she shifted the conversation. Yesterday was the first time I talked about what happened. When I got home Saturday I barricaded myself in my apartment and slept. I figure as long as I was sleeping, my brain would not be thinking about him. But as soon as I woke up, the thoughts invaded my head again. I spoke to B briefly Saturday. Once before his plane took off and he called me to let me know that he was home. When B was in the shower Saturday morning I slipped a card into his suitcase. By now I�m sure he has read it. This is what it said: Even though your just to nice for words�..
I will always remember all the little things that you did for me that showed me that you cared. It was those same little things that caused my feelings for you to grow exponentially. I want you to know what a fabulous week I had with you. I really don�t think I could have asked for a more perfect time (although more time together would have been nice). Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for coming into my life and making the sun shine brighter than it ever has before. Just thinking of you makes me happy. Love Always, Blackpearl I was supposed to call B back Saturday night when I finished sleeping. Here it is Tuesday, and I have yet to dial his number. For once, I am at complete loss of words. |
10:49 a.m. || March 16, 2004 |
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