last year, on this date, I had my heart broken. Ripped into a million pieces and scattered about the ocean. What a difference a year makes.
I am so non-confrontational that I'll do anything to avoid it. I'll accept total blame where it should be partial; ignore in the hopes it'll go away; pray that my temper doesn't blow when it finally reaches that breaking point.
you know, its so ironic how last Thursday night the Greys Anatgomy episode was centralized around a woman with a brain tumor. Her family thought that she had made up this man; that she was crazy because she had fallen in love with someone she'd never met. Turns out, she wasn't. And the man showed up. She didn't give up hope. What a difference a year makes.
Lots on my mind tonight. Lots of frustration and aggravation.
I'm leaving tomorrow on a jet plane....
peace.
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