move your feet by Angela Thomas he left for an entire weekend, an extended weekend, mind you, and didn't so much as text. we have all this digital media, touch points galore and he could not find one. he slipped back into the city and into old habits, like a hand into a well-worn glove, i was not at the top of his list. he doesn't even promise me the moon and the stars, doesn't promise all these things he can't or rather, doesn't want to, deliver. am i so lonely that this is okay? ghandi says, action expresses priorities. today, i am standing up and, sadly, will leave him. i'll have to learn to cope with being alone. 05/28/2013 Posted on 05/28/2013 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)