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I thought about writing individual emails to people, but I don't have everyone's address, and I might as well just say it in the same place it all started --
-- I do want people to know that ... he isn't ... well ... I don't have many adjectives for it.
He and I talked ... and he was more than mature ... more mature than I, crying my head off like an idiot, having to be talked down ...
Somethings never change.
Austin convinced me to make the call. He told me it's not worth losing a friend over.
I get stubborn.
So stubborn that I still can't apologize. But ... I can empathize.
And ...
I can't form words other than ...
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just inhabitants of the Tower of Babel, every day, all the time.
I'd like to say that I hope this is the last of it. But as I've said, when you have faith, there doesn't need to be hope ... although I obviously don't have faith that this is the last of it. So I guess I need to.
Austin is sitting with me at the kitchen table showing me pictures of dogs we've rescued. "What did we call him again? Oh yeah, Remus Lupin." He smiles as he looks back at the phone. He takes a picture of Stella and shows me, "She's just so cute. I mean, she looks like a boy, but she's cute."
I'm too exhausted right now.
-- I do want people to know that ... he isn't ... well ... I don't have many adjectives for it.
He and I talked ... and he was more than mature ... more mature than I, crying my head off like an idiot, having to be talked down ...
Somethings never change.
Austin convinced me to make the call. He told me it's not worth losing a friend over.
I get stubborn.
So stubborn that I still can't apologize. But ... I can empathize.
And ...
I can't form words other than ...
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just inhabitants of the Tower of Babel, every day, all the time.
I'd like to say that I hope this is the last of it. But as I've said, when you have faith, there doesn't need to be hope ... although I obviously don't have faith that this is the last of it. So I guess I need to.
Austin is sitting with me at the kitchen table showing me pictures of dogs we've rescued. "What did we call him again? Oh yeah, Remus Lupin." He smiles as he looks back at the phone. He takes a picture of Stella and shows me, "She's just so cute. I mean, she looks like a boy, but she's cute."
I'm too exhausted right now.