The unbelievable anxiety that comes with one phone call is inconceivable. Wondering what will he say? How will this go? And then something amazing happens, you talk. You talk about work about your day about the dog. The hole in your heart that once quivered with anticipation trying its hardest to shield itself from the blows that are surely coming, slowly stops quivering, stops waiting. It begins to fill itself. It is by no means gone, but it is noticeably smaller.
I love you Robert Grant, whether you like it or not, and I will continue to love you no matter what. we will get through this rough patch, this i believe with my entire being.
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