So, yesterday morning, I had a half-written sonnet I was looking forward to sharing with a friend. Today, I have a sonnet. It's disjointed, and wil remain so. Sharing it is all I can do now
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I keep thinking that I hope she knew how loved and valued she was. Between the laughter and the scheming and the excitement there never seemed a time to say 'by the way, I think you are awesome, I am so glad you are part of my life'. So many things unsaid, because it was inconceivable that there wouldn't be time in the rolling expanse of exciting futures to have those conversations. Thank you for sharing this.
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Yes, we are all far too guilty of this with the ones we love.
Thank you for this, even if I am back in tears again.
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I keep thinking that I hope she knew how loved and valued she was. Between the laughter and the scheming and the excitement there never seemed a time to say 'by the way, I think you are awesome, I am so glad you are part of my life'. So many things unsaid, because it was inconceivable that there wouldn't be time in the rolling expanse of exciting futures to have those conversations. Thank you for sharing this.
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