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]]>* before I could leave her.
* with very little understanding.
* endless thoughts of her.
* wanting more.
Btw, I absolutely, freakin loved this piece.
I’m a new fan.
He left me…
…with a pain I thought would never end.
…the first photo he ever took as a child.
…beautiful letters that I finally had the courage to burn.
…feeling like I had wasted over 8 of the best years of my life.
…in serious debt from city living with him.
…a less trusting person.
…at the perfect time for me to meet the man who really IS the one.
and a renewed love for myself that was badly lacking when he was here.
]]>The only man who ever left me that mattered: he left me with no money, no security, a desire to belong to someone, somewhere. He left me his first wedding band, a bunch of sad memories, a too-short childhood. He left me with the feeling that all men leave, eventually.
My father, of course.
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