hey. it's me. thinking about you. all day. remembering your note that said: "I'm off. I'll be in touch. Please don't worry. Too much." blessed to hear your voice before you left, my reply this time was short... Adios and Au Revoir.
I've been thinking about this all day...why is it so hard to stop caring about someone that is hurting you? The pain of always being a second choice should certainly be reason enough.
Teresa - I have a dear friend who is going overseas to serve for a second time. Volunteering. He is passionate about this. As much as it will make me worry while he is gone, I respect and care about him so much that I am wishing him well. And, I know he will be in touch as much as possible. It is important enough to him that I will support him as much as humanly possible. It will make him happy and bring him much satisfaction to be participating in the process of the improvements that need to be made.
I will be proud of him every day but I will also rejoice when he comes back.
This was written as I imagine our temporary 'good-bye for now' might be.
How bitter-sweat that is. It answers why we would never wish to live with a little heartbreak, the potential for great loss, and the hope for another time and chance. I really enjoy your stuff.
How did you know I was leaving town for the weekend???
ReplyDeleteHA! ...we women have our ways ;-)
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about this all day...why is it so hard to stop caring about someone that is hurting you? The pain of always being a second choice should certainly be reason enough.
ReplyDeleteTeresa - I have a dear friend who is going overseas to serve for a second time. Volunteering. He is passionate about this.
ReplyDeleteAs much as it will make me worry while he is gone, I respect and care about him so much that I am wishing him well. And, I know he will be in touch as much as possible. It is important enough to him that I will support him as much as humanly possible. It will make him happy and bring him much satisfaction to be participating in the process of the improvements that need to be made.
I will be proud of him every day but I will also rejoice when he comes back.
This was written as I imagine our temporary 'good-bye for now' might be.
How bitter-sweat that is. It answers why we would never wish to live with a little heartbreak, the potential for great loss, and the hope for another time and chance. I really enjoy your stuff.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Doom.
ReplyDeleteLife is chance, isn't it?
Lovely, that was.
ReplyDeleteThanks, B.
ReplyDeleteVery well put.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir. And, welcome!
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