We've got some kind of UPS Ninja. You hear something, maybe a shuffling or some sharpening sounds, and you run to the door, sure you can catch him, but then WHAM the truck is all ready halfway down the road, and there's a package at your door. I've never seen his face, which is probably a good thing, because if I did, it would probably be the last thing I EVER saw . . . .
We cannot change the core of who we are. Perhaps that is why its so hard
to let go at times.
You have stated so many times you're saying goodbye. Yet you call. And I
cannot do this cat and mouse anymore. My not returning your beckon is my
non verbal respect to your last goodbye. Perhaps its my... Read More