Moonlit Beaches and Hearts reaching out
03/18/2008 12:18 p.m.
I'm going to see you again sometime this week. I had a dream that this happened and went sour last night, but I have plenty of dreams. Perhaps that was me just realizing one of my big fears in contacting you again. It's been one day shy of a year since we first met. When your tall, fit frame swooped in to sweep me off of my feet.

Look. I don't want to get back together with you. I just want to sit down like adults and talk. Maybe over a cup of coffee. Or, considering how 'financially challeneged' we've always been, perhaps the beach would be better. Maybe it's because I need closure. Maybe because I need a friend. Or because I care about you. I meant it when I said it all those months ago. I have since the day I met you and that will never cease.

Things ended on a harsh note, and half of that is my fault. I feel like I've been blaming you for so long, but we were just a couple of kids. We were both fucking it all up. I had just as big a hand in this as you had.

Anyway, we'll talk more when I see you. I hope all goes as planned. Take care.





Liz