And last night when I was blogging about him. Again. I thought of you. (I had not read this post but I had read the last.) And I decided it didn’t matter if this is what people want to read or not – it’s what I need to write.
Because I do not tire of your writing about love lost. I enjoy it b/c I enjoy your writing and see so much of myself in your words.
]]>It doesn’t matter if all the comments missed the point. Or if there were no comments at all.
Do your thing. Don’t sweat the reactions by people.
More often than not, they (we) are just projecting anyway.
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