dear dear,
the writing on the digital wall is hinting at dark days most feared. how i wish i could be there for you but i know you'd rather keep quiet for now for such is your way.
funny how our story arcs are turning out so far. just when i'm in a very good place, yours is thick with uncertainty, rife with nails. all i can do for you now is offer a prayer on your behalf.
i better start writing your 15 chapters lest i fail to keep up.
love,
b.
Libellés : silence
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of course all i can do now for comic relief is pat myself in the back and say "see, your theory about happiness, is really true."
This is great info to know.
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