Yes, I Am a Little Blue...
The entire point of this blog was to exercise my writing skills. I believe, although I have not been disciplined about regular entries, I have done that. This was meant for me, me to write, me to read. Well, and maybe Steve. But he's no longer in my life, so let's forget about him.
Speaking of...I'd love to do just that. Forget the sound of his lovely deep voice. Forget the solid warmth of his body next to mine. Forget the coldness of his heart. Forget the cruelty of that man.
I could write volumes on that subject alone, his cruelty. But to do that, I'd have to remember it all-which means I'd have to relive it all. And I really don't know if I want to do that. In fact, I know I do not want to do that.
Maybe somewhere down the road...
Speaking of...I'd love to do just that. Forget the sound of his lovely deep voice. Forget the solid warmth of his body next to mine. Forget the coldness of his heart. Forget the cruelty of that man.
I could write volumes on that subject alone, his cruelty. But to do that, I'd have to remember it all-which means I'd have to relive it all. And I really don't know if I want to do that. In fact, I know I do not want to do that.
Maybe somewhere down the road...