I remember standing at the edge of a brilliant red cliff on the coast of Maine when I was seventeen. The water was that kind of boiling blue that makes you wonder if it's really just reflecting the sky. My hair was short and greasy from camp "showers." I had a boy's ring on a chain around my neck and a blue bandana on my head. All around my feet,
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it's funny, you know, i feel being honest is important and i can pour out my soul almost at the turn of a switch. but then in other ways, i lie even to myself so much.
i sacrificed a relationship with a boy who i absolutely loved with my whole heart. it didn't happen as neatly as this makes it sound... it dragged on for months and he was finally the one who actually cut off the hope of a future. i still don't understand it all or even really why it was asked of me. i can only look at the beautiful husband and son i have and wonder if maybe i wouldn't have had them if i hadn't done it. i don't know, really.
what i am trying to sacrifice now is.... well.... still being worked at.
thanks for your comments, miss abby.
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