Fabric Softener

Nov 22, 2005 23:34

Hell. You know what, if you want to hit me, please tell me, and if you want to kiss me, please tell me. This dance is such bullshit. And I'm not even mad. Just tired and honest ( Read more... )

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comma,comma,comma denouveauxyeux November 24 2005, 09:07:19 UTC
I often wonder about what goes on in your life, Dylan.
More than usual lately, actually.
You've appeared in some three or so of my dreams out of nowhere in the past two weeks. Weird, eh?

I also wonder whether or not I'm doing what you want and trying to reinstigate contact with you. I remember what you said in Behind the Backs at Maple, that you "admired the fact that [I] keep trying to start up contact with [you] again, even though nothing's been clicking". That latter part makes me wonder if it's what you want, or if you'd prefer me to back off.

I thought I'd tell you about that since it seems the appropriate theme for this journal comment. So, Dylan, if you want me to walk away, just say so. And if you want me to stand by you, just say so. No more guessing. If you think that any kind of a connection is dead between us, I won't be terribly offended. I just want to know what you think.

Also, and more importantly, about the subject of your journal entry, I hope that the subject of this journal entry and you work things out. I hope s/he takes heed because as you know, life is extremely easier when you cut the shit. Furthermore, I hope that if things don't turn out with that person, that you don't suffer with it. I hope that truth doesn't sting as much for you as it seems to for me (I'd be a hypocrite if I said that honesty is flawless and wonderful on every level and shouldn't affect you except positively.)

Dylan, I do hope you're well.
In fact, I hope you're extraordinaraly well.
And if not, then be well.
-Skye.

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