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Sep 25, 2009 13:25

Miracle at Easton

Maybe it was just for one night, maybe this is all I'll get, one last chance for the closure I was too bitter to pursue.

I came prepared for a lashing I knew I rightfully deserved, possibly to be chased off, or even worse a cool reception. I spent so much time intruding, ugh, the thought of being there again made me nauseous. But the opportunity to see them, just see, not even touch, well, the draw was too much to deny anymore. I had to try, and no matter the outcome I accepted that this may be it.

From a chance meeting at Easton, to the nail biting and deep breaths before gathering the courage to make a phone call, it was surreal.

For those moments the flickers and sparks danced around the fire, playing games and refusing to light.

I'm going to try to talk again, but I talk "funny". I have a hard time putting words together, they don't fit. Sometimes I even stutter like a scratched dvd, the frames freezing in the most tense of moments. I hope it gets better, though I'm pretty happy not to have to talk.
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