It’s 11p.m and the fireworks haven’t stopped so on that note, Happy 4th All! Join me in being thankful for our freedom.
I am going to continue a bit with my Metaphor post now, which won’t be easy. I have done it and opened the door again. Not all the way but, he can get his foot in and I can hear his words. They are normal, friendly words..”How are you? What are you doing today? etc..
Here’s the issue: Can we be friends? Is this what I really want? I don’t know the answer but, hearing his voice or reading his texts takes me back..to the time when we first dated and talked long into the night, hearing stories about the dog reminds me of when I adopted the puppy and how sad I felt at almost having to take him back. When we do talk, he and I, it is awkward. I don’t want to share where I moved and I am still not ready to date anyone. I guess sometimes his texts annoy me now since I am trying so hard to focus on me.
D, if you are reading this. I hate to hurt you again. But, please don’t text for a while and I won’t call. Let’s cut it off entirely and take some time..to figure out who we really are as individuals. Only God knows if our paths will intersect again, and what happens then.