Libby sleeping.
Something new I penned ...
The day I left in the rain
I have many “worsts,” but the night where I left you in the rain gives me chills and my stomach knots just thinking about it.
I remember that I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and find a way to make everything all right.
I was hurt when you tore my heart to pieces and slammed it on the pavement.
The next day, though, I was thankful to have been with you just for the short time we were together. (I had planned to pop the question the weekend after we broke up.)
Now I just want to find a way to jump to the end and see if what I think is what actually will be. (My mother says I’m putting the cart before the horse, which is true, but I feel pressed for time.)
I could live without you, but just typing those words made me cry, so I know what the real answer is: My life is not complete without you.
I’ve imagined it in many different ways. They all involve sunlight.
Happy Resurrection Day, my dear cousin. The Vatican sends their greetings.
https://soundcloud.com/djmax-29/the-mix-for-the-jesus-brood/s-l2eS6HlWkEr
Looking forward to this.
I’ve been wanting to get out of this house for days. I did get to get out for a doctor’s visit, but that doesn’t really count. So, last night I wrote a letter and I’m hopeful I can get out of here soon so I can get a stamp and mail it.
I’d skip to November so it would be closer to Thanksgiving. Sweet cranberry sauce sounds good about now.
What do you do when your mother starts emailing you with acronyms you’ve never heard of? Thank God for the internet! (FTR [for the record], AAMOF means as of matter of fact.)
There are things I couldn’t say in my letters that I would want to tell you in person before I asked the other questions I mentioned. Of course, the first question would be -- will you go out with me?
These would be some of the first questions I would ask you:
1. What is your relationship with God?
2. How many cats do you have?
3. What are their names?
4. What is (are) your favorite kind(s) of food?
5. If you had one wish (and couldn’t ask for more wishes), what would it be?
I’ll admit it; I’m a bit scared. But I spend all day thinking about the same person, so I need to follow my heart. I do feel like I’m having to choose between my brother and the woman I’ve fallen in love with, but if you ask me, He wanted me to feel the uncertainty that everyone else feels. … My mixes showcase what I’m really thinking -- unfiltered, because it’s like I have competing voices in my head. The melancholy usually wins out, but music helps restore my faith and hope and has led me to love. I keep wanting to “be the man” and just ask the question that you know I want to ask, but I’m honestly trying to avoid becoming King David, because I have a cousin named David and I once called him a “bitch” in front of my grandmother, and I really would prefer not reliving that moment. That was the day my grandmother’s car was struck by lightning (no lie). It scared the hell out of me but gave me a fright that I can remember and laugh about now. … And now you can laugh with me.