I was in my happy place, and I felt like I was moving forward with life but the last week has been a recollection of the past and a morose consideration of grave futuristic projections.
Nevertheless, we savour the beauty in the small providences provided to us. God help us to love.
Dennis has always loved Ramly burgers. He has a sweet and whimsical side that doesn't come out often. I love him just the way he is.
He says he doesn't know how to act around kids.. But I know he will be much better than he thinks.
His own recent bout of doubt has raised questions in myself. I don't doubt who he is, and what he will do when push comes to shove. But I am a woman, and women want to be singular, not plural. I am starting not to appreciate some of the others in my species. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder how much of what you have said to her that you now say to me, is real? I know you might not be able to show me, but please try when you can. I wish I was your first and last. (being the last is still better than being the first though..)
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