macy's by Angela Thomas It was down the back-shaft elevator when I finally added the pieces of the puzzle that I had been mulling over together, it's how I want him to experience life. "It didn't matter if I wasn't winning, the fact that she won made me so happy for her. It's not about me." You're right, Aunt Terry Anne, It's not about me. We rode down the ten floors in silence, and some woman in the elevator smiled at me and told me I smelled beautiful. William, you really are one of the most beautiful things I've ever met in my life, and I can say that even when I am losing. Because it's not about me. The elevator opened and outside, it was turning dark, the sun having lost itself in the skyscrapers and the tourist's flashing bulbs. I've since framed my puzzle, because now, it is complete. 10/27/2004 Posted on 10/28/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)