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Can I Tell You A Love Story
Shh, Be Here 12
I sent you a message today, right on the palm of your hand. Have I been telling you in other ways?
The drive to the shop, I’ve decided, is a fave of mine. Long and windy on cracked and bumpy roads. Enough time for an internal struggle, enough time to screw up my courage. Still, enough to receive a light bulb moment. Enough to spare to act. Patience and understanding- I think I called on those today. I did not know how to interpret your reaction… so I didn’t.
While I might get a tinge of curiosity about what he thought or felt, it was slight and occurred the next day. For a moment I wanted to ask him d
id you get my message? His answer would not matter. And my asking would serve no purpose other than to hot seat him. I don’t want to color my love conditional that way.
Reframe, a likening to a time past but oh-so-different. A tightrope walk once filled with anguish and pain and no answers to suit has become a joyful endeavor accomplished with relative ease.
Still, just as risky, if not more so. But he won’t let me forget my courage or my strength, either one.