one lastattempt to try and reach a friend that i thought would stand by me
I won't say that I haven't tried during the week to have her forgive me for something that is by rights unforgivable but i want it known that it goes both ways. She used my name for one of her writings without my knowledge. I caught it in time. She refuses any attempt to forgive me and I know her thumbs are not broken.
I made her aquaintence in april. This is the first time that she has been supposedly with me during the anniversary of his death. She is not who I thought she was and I am obviously too human for her to forgive.
I've now burned the last bridge and told her to go to hell. Any of you who want to read my work can go to Tarlan's site and hopefully I will be published by years end. I am still the poet and will stay that way. She is who she wants to be and lord only knows her true name. I will miss her husband.
But that last bit where she kidded me for not writing enough and the pieces that i wrote for her request are just bitter memories because she is somewhere where I no longer want to be.
I* have a date this weekend with a wonderful man. I am blessed for having met him and will not let this destroy the memory of what I need.
You don't know how to forgive and you will never know what your missing. You let go of the rope just a bit too soon. I mourn for you more than I mourn for myself. God help you because i can't. Read the last story I wrote on tarlan's site and you will understand that i now think I am vin in that piece and you are Chris. GET OVER IT AND LET US START ANEW ONE MORE TIIME SO THAT i MAY SHARE WITH YOU MY JOY AS OPPOSED TO THE MISERY I HAVE CAUSED AND NORMALLY FELT!!!
lOVE bARB my real name I was never sure what yours was.
I made her aquaintence in april. This is the first time that she has been supposedly with me during the anniversary of his death. She is not who I thought she was and I am obviously too human for her to forgive.
I've now burned the last bridge and told her to go to hell. Any of you who want to read my work can go to Tarlan's site and hopefully I will be published by years end. I am still the poet and will stay that way. She is who she wants to be and lord only knows her true name. I will miss her husband.
But that last bit where she kidded me for not writing enough and the pieces that i wrote for her request are just bitter memories because she is somewhere where I no longer want to be.
I* have a date this weekend with a wonderful man. I am blessed for having met him and will not let this destroy the memory of what I need.
You don't know how to forgive and you will never know what your missing. You let go of the rope just a bit too soon. I mourn for you more than I mourn for myself. God help you because i can't. Read the last story I wrote on tarlan's site and you will understand that i now think I am vin in that piece and you are Chris. GET OVER IT AND LET US START ANEW ONE MORE TIIME SO THAT i MAY SHARE WITH YOU MY JOY AS OPPOSED TO THE MISERY I HAVE CAUSED AND NORMALLY FELT!!!
lOVE bARB my real name I was never sure what yours was.