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[rick_man]

I was worried about a friend when journals started deleting left and right. I haven't spoken with this person in a long time, but it doesn't mean that I want to see him or his journal gone. I didn't realize how much I missed talking to him, and not just to him, but to his lovely wife, as well. It's my fault, I know. I fell off the face of the

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[ms_m_burns]

You've always been rather cryptic, Alan, but I think I know of what you speak. Things are as they are meant to be. It's not always what we would have wished for, past or present.

You're lucky this time that it was only a split lip. I still worry about you, more than you'd think.

I know I'm far down on your list of those to talk to, but I'm always around - you know how to reach me if you want to, and try hard enough.

[rick_man]

You have no idea how hard it is to see certain names on my list, thinking of them, wanting to reach out to them, and yet not being able to. Then again, maybe you do.

It's the same place that always splits. I don't think it will ever heal properly. It won't be the only thing that won't.

I know. I've... I've thought about it, but after the last conversation in other places, I wasn't sure how well I would be received.

[ms_m_burns]

Oh, I do know, believe me. I did something last night that took me back a few years. It was difficult, seeing all those who are now gone. Some I hope to never see again, but that's another story.

Learn to lead with the left, block with the right, love. *small smile* All things heal in time if we don't pick at them, eh?

You'd be surprised how well recieved it would be. Here and elsewhere. Time heals, lives can start over. It would never be the same, but it could still be good if allowed to be. ♥

[rick_man]

Your icon. From your garden, I presume?

Yes, I know what it's like to remember those who've left us, and those we wish to never see again, and those whom we can't help but wonder what the present would be like had I chosen the left fork instead of the right. In some aspects, I believe I might be happier, in others I believe I made the right decisions. Still, I'm plagued with both self-doubt and the sense of longing for what was and will never be.

Being right handed it's always hard for me to switch my punches. *small grin* Aye, they say that, but I can't help but wonder how much of that is true. How much time will be needed? Do I even have that much time?

No, things will never be the same. I suppose my problem is that I keep thinking about those old times, instead of letting them go and wishing to start anew.

[sienna_g]

Even bad pennies have value.

[rick_man]

Do they? I'd like to think so.

[sienna_g]

Definitely, else they would be taken out of circulation. You think right.

[rick_man]

I suppose once you shine them up, they'll look as good as new, and you'd never know they were old, hmm?

[t_collette]

Aw sweetheart.

[rick_man]

Hello, love. I miss our phone calls.

[t_collette]

I miss them as well.

You're not old!

You're worth so much more than you put yourself through, love.

[rick_man]

Perhaps when my phone is working again, we can talk.

I am. Unfortunately.

Thank you for saying that, love.

[driver_amelia]

Age is but a number. Sometimes more can be said in one sentence than a whole book.

[rick_man]

Which is why many of my posts tend to be short and sweet.

[driver_amelia]

And enjoyable.

[rick_man]

I'm so glad you think so, my dear.

[tiana_benjamin]

yeah, you do tend to drop off the face of the earth.

[rick_man]

My apologies, my dear. It's a bad habit of mine.

[tiana_benjamin]

Accepted love. Just come around a bit more eh? Talk to you soon.

[rick_man]

I will certainly try my best.