Mm... I do read. I read every post. It just seems like.. more and more, I can say less and less. More and more, there is less and less I can do for you, no matter how much I wish I could. So... I'm stuck reading and just being there. I wish I could read it as you type it, but we never get to do that anymore. Between your life and mine, the chance.. just doesn't seem to be there.
In a way, that's how it is with most people anymore, really. More and more, I seemt o be unable to to anything but sit and be there. I wish I really could do that for you... you still mean a lot to me. It's made me tear up sometimes... like now.
At the very least... at least through this, I've known what's going on, though... I'm sorry I've been so silent. I'll miss the surprise of reading your words now and again, and knowing what's been happening in your life.
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In a way, that's how it is with most people anymore, really. More and more, I seemt o be unable to to anything but sit and be there. I wish I really could do that for you... you still mean a lot to me. It's made me tear up sometimes... like now.
At the very least... at least through this, I've known what's going on, though... I'm sorry I've been so silent. I'll miss the surprise of reading your words now and again, and knowing what's been happening in your life.
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