So many worries, so little time.. For MY PART in all the chaos you've got in front of you, right now,..y'know, I wouldn't have traded the last week-and-a-half for the entire cosmos, but I can't help thinking that we've probably met each other at a less-than perfect time. You've got SOO much on your plate--not that I haven't got my own, but I'm pretty practiced at ignoring it. I think it was probably a tad selfish and immature of me to shanghai you off to Brazil, when so many folks who care about you and don't know a thing of ME were concerned and waiting to hear from you, not to mention that I was monopolizing your time. I file through the writings and photos and other mementos left from conversations and experiences of the last several days, and I realize how lucky I've been and... yeah.. I can't help saying this, once more.. It's been such a persistent whisper-to-gleeful proclamation from my lips that I've NO DOUBT it's becoming tiresome, but you really are a monumentally stellar woman. A few journal entries back, you were
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