What Gypsy means to me...

May 05, 2003 22:33

It broke my heart on Sunday when I read Gypsy's Journal. And I'm hoping **crosses his fingers** that she'll come here next time she's having a "pity party" (her words). I'm hoping that others will follow and leave her something she can read the next time she's having a "pity party". I'm also hoping she doesn't kill me ( Read more... )

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loveisagypsy May 5 2003, 21:00:01 UTC
The first time you saw me, I looked like a boy and was trying to set you up with blue eyed Linda :) I've forgotten a lot of things over the years, but not those notes leading up to the first date. Or the first date for that matter. Or the first kiss come to think of it. I remember the hate really well and more than glad it's over and buried. I remember you, damn near every single minute in technicolor. I think the good outweighed the bad. Too bad we were so young *deep sigh* If we'd met just a few years later.....oh well, can't dwell on the past!!!

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loveisagypsy May 7 2003, 14:07:29 UTC
A post like that takes a long time to formulate a response to. That we still talk never ceases to amazes me. That I ever found it in my mean, pinched cruel little soul to ever forgive you amazes me even more. That night you walked up to our table in Kurten still haunts me. When my mother stood up and hugged, the violence in me was unbearable. I wanted to rip her heart out on the spot. Then the whole shebang started, and the part about your dad just crippled me. I had no clue that was going to happen. That, alone, changed everything that night. It built the bridge that led me back to you. There are still times I’m bitter I guess, but in hindsight, I guess I know more about what happened that you ever will ( ... )

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