Dec 22, 2009 01:01
One week and four days ago a returned from dreamtime. I spent four months in heaven while I ignored something I should have held on to. I have this way of ruining something when I get scared it may go wrong, so I have to be the one to ruin it. As much as we blame jet lag, returning home just returned the state of mind left behind. It reminded me of my mistakes and my screw ups. Now I'm trying not to repeat them as I repair them. The same time I cannot stand to see another name there, there was a permanent mark that should have been there.
You were the only one I ever wanted to say "To death do I part" to. Even now. All that matters now if that you are happy and that the name makes you happy. It's all I can ask for now, and nothing more.