What?
A customer I don't normally speak to beyond "hello" and "how are you?" has a gift. Probably the same gift I have, but is more in tune with it.
Reggie approached me out of no where... "I don't know what is going on in your life at the moment, but whatever it is, it has really matured you. Whatever is it is, it is good for you."
I was stunned. The first thing that came to mind is my turmoil over my recent break up.
They say that when a medium approaches you with their thoughts, the first thought that resonates to you, is the answer to their vagueness.
I don't know where to stand. I have one strong foot behind -security, solidarity, passion, lifetime- and a crippled foot forward -uncertainty, terror, freedom, discovery-. I can't commit to either. Not yet.
............ wrote this yesterday. I feel like we made a rash decision. Is this really what I wanted? Is this really all the space we needed? Two weeks? Why am I having doubts now that I'm not around you? Why do I feel like there isn't a way out of this depression without sacrificing what I really need and want?
Just this time around I have more hope than with what we started with. We agreed to work on this, so if it doesn't work this time around, at least we know that we gave it our best shot. The problem is is that I only see myself with you. I can't fathom anyone else's touch nor their caresses. It turns my stomach.
But the only way out is permanent and selfish. I really hope this works out for the best. I love you, and that's all I have to go on.
Last night was truly amazing. Taylor and I, in the four years we've been together, have never been drunk together. Either I've been wasted and he was sober, or he was buzzed (taylor doesn't get wasted) and I was sober. So, last night we took a cab out. Went to BBQ Bar, Eye Spy, and iBar for drinks and dancing. We played a drinking game with one another at BBQ: What was the shittiest thing you've ever done? T: Addicted to opium for 6 months, M: dated an idiot for a year -- Maria wins.
We then took drunk photobooth pictures, made out like kids at ibar, and ripped the dance floor a new ass hole--motown style. You know how we do. We layed in front of the vegan hotdog stand saying to one another that laying there was probably a bad idea, and agreed to call a cab and go home.
It was a lot of fun. I feel like this could work, and I really think we'll appreciate each other a lot more this time around. I just wonder if we should have waited longer... ?
I'm sorry for everything. Although it was nothing, it meant everything. Thanks for the run.
Reggie approached me out of no where... "I don't know what is going on in your life at the moment, but whatever it is, it has really matured you. Whatever is it is, it is good for you."
I was stunned. The first thing that came to mind is my turmoil over my recent break up.
They say that when a medium approaches you with their thoughts, the first thought that resonates to you, is the answer to their vagueness.
I don't know where to stand. I have one strong foot behind -security, solidarity, passion, lifetime- and a crippled foot forward -uncertainty, terror, freedom, discovery-. I can't commit to either. Not yet.
............ wrote this yesterday. I feel like we made a rash decision. Is this really what I wanted? Is this really all the space we needed? Two weeks? Why am I having doubts now that I'm not around you? Why do I feel like there isn't a way out of this depression without sacrificing what I really need and want?
Just this time around I have more hope than with what we started with. We agreed to work on this, so if it doesn't work this time around, at least we know that we gave it our best shot. The problem is is that I only see myself with you. I can't fathom anyone else's touch nor their caresses. It turns my stomach.
But the only way out is permanent and selfish. I really hope this works out for the best. I love you, and that's all I have to go on.
Last night was truly amazing. Taylor and I, in the four years we've been together, have never been drunk together. Either I've been wasted and he was sober, or he was buzzed (taylor doesn't get wasted) and I was sober. So, last night we took a cab out. Went to BBQ Bar, Eye Spy, and iBar for drinks and dancing. We played a drinking game with one another at BBQ: What was the shittiest thing you've ever done? T: Addicted to opium for 6 months, M: dated an idiot for a year -- Maria wins.
We then took drunk photobooth pictures, made out like kids at ibar, and ripped the dance floor a new ass hole--motown style. You know how we do. We layed in front of the vegan hotdog stand saying to one another that laying there was probably a bad idea, and agreed to call a cab and go home.
It was a lot of fun. I feel like this could work, and I really think we'll appreciate each other a lot more this time around. I just wonder if we should have waited longer... ?
I'm sorry for everything. Although it was nothing, it meant everything. Thanks for the run.