What were you thinking when you sent this? "This would be a nice, final text for her to see for the next 40 years as she questions the validity of our past 40 years of love and friendship together?" "Maybe there's hope for us after all?" "Should I call her and tell her the dark …
Yes, I see the typo, but I kinda like it. Softmess seems to sum up my life, currently.
Just like that Monday, so long ago my answer will be yes. every time, yes. to every question, yes again and again, yes the way it was when we were together. until the demons are gone, yes and you can join me under that blanket, yes and your heart beats under my ear again Yes and yes and yes. I've never not loved you, my big goof.
You might think that on a day involving a cemetery, there is no tiny joy to be found, but you'd be wrong. Those are the spaces where tiny joys abound, if only you seek them out above the pain and tears. I should know--I'm an expert at being around death, as I've been told.
Human deception is an inside job.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.Norman Maclean
Thanks to the magic of scheduling, I wrote this yesterday before heading out of town for my annual reunion with my diabetic camp fam. Nine in all, we find our way back together for a weekend in a cabin together, though life has scattered us all over the US. Eating, drinking, sleeping, telling stories we've …
Words by Beth 