sorry

[honeylocustmoth]

or maybe the last time you saw that friend was on a tuesday.

today is wednesday and I have sparkles on my hands from playing with the children. clay too. we made coil bowls. one for the office.

you and you and you. wouldn't play well together. in a room. my head.

but good news. i've met a few brave ones lately. sorry, they were all women.

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[anonymous]

you shouldn't have to guess who this is. (i'm breaking my own rules, but unabashedly) i'm so glad you finally posted something, i've been checking.

i am sad erin, and lonely, but glad and thankful for the choices made by both of us. i respect the choices made by both of us, i stand by (with jittery bottom lip and weak kness none the less) those choices. they are the truest descriptions of our lives at this time. i love you.

time, though we count it in days and weeks is not a matter of days and weeks. it speeds up and slows down, stretches like dough, and so much can happen in "no" time at all. i've told you once, and i wasn't saying it for effect or to talk big; i've had a revelation, an epiphany. that taste lingers. a room opened in my heart, a room that has always been there, but closed and locked for a long time. the pain tore that room open, and so in a short time i've come to see the pain as the best thing that could have happened to me.

i will send the rest of this letter in an email so as not to share it with all of livejournal and the world.

i love you.