Feb 02, 2005 15:18
As things move forward into the future I find there is past I still cannot seem to let go of. Perhaps I am a fool. Perhaps it is something better left untouched.
However I am glad that my gift was recieved well. It was meant in no other fashion than the one in which it was taken.
I continue to recieve things of great importance, of possible use. I am grateful to those of you who are willing, thank you. You know who you are, there is no need to reply to me here. Trust that I have in hand what you have offered me, and am accepting it without reservation.
It burns. Days and days after the fact. I suppose I should have expected pain.
I suppose these scars are permanent.