I love The Girl From Ipanema. That hails from that era of 60's pop-lounge that I just love. There's something lazy, drousy and relaxing about it. Nothing better to sit back and listen to on a lazy summer day with a cocktail in hand.
what you wrote was so astute ...totally sums up what I'm trying to take from the experience. I may be pissed at her for being a chicken shit when it comes to communication, but I still wish her well and hope my honesty helps her to wake up and learn to treat others better. The truth is always better than silence.
I'm a little hungover, but I still had a great night ...so thankful for my community of friends, my favorite pub, deep conversations, good food and great music ...my heart is a little bruised, but beating strong <3
yeah ...it's gonna be a while before I can look back on this one fondly. I put a lot of genuine value in the idea of remaining friends. It really eats at me that this time it doesn't seem to be an option. I accept a certain degree of fault for pushing so hard for communication, but even if I were more patient, I'm not so sure it would have made a difference. (I'm clearly a little more grumpy today ...slept on my neck wrong and it's all kinds of seized up today)
