Well, I heard Deanna was flying to England tomorrow, so I wanted to wish her a safe journey even though I can't get near her. I couldn't call up the courage to call, I didn't want to get sharp answers or hung up on when they figured out who I was, so I asked my mom to call and kinda' see how things were since she's still in contact with Kathy. So
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And we really did loose the reciever (found it later under a pile of laundry), but I suppose there's no way I can truly convince you of that.
No, I don't understand what happened, and no, I probably never will. But that's something I can learn to live with. There are a million and one other things I'll probably never understand, one more probably won't make much of a difference.
It suddenly hit me the other day that if anyone's a coward, it's me. You at least worked up the guts to get in contact. What have I done? absolutely nothing, despite that I haven't been able to put that phone call from my head. If I were in your position, I might not even have had my mom call for me.
If you want to know how I've really been feeling these past few months... I don't know how to say it, but the song For Good from the musical Wicked seems to say so quite nicely...
I don't know what else to say. Even if I did, I wouldn't know how to say it. If you don't want to call again, you can always e-mail.
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