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 June 07, 2004
the reefs and rocks of love
I will not become Mrs Roseanne Talsky this summer. It's hard to let go of. It hurts. I'm crying a lot. But we are working things out and we plan to stay together, to re-establish the trust and the awesome friendship and love that we had before all hell broke loose. I know it's best this way. There's a lot to be worked out before that kind of commitment would be wise. But knowing doesn't stop me from desperately wanting... Something. A wild windswept storm of love to shake all the leaves off the trees and leave them bare, revealed, their naked glory undeniable. Or, Some small humble thing, Something inconsequential and infinately reassuring. 
Sayeth rzan at
03:11 PM
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I love you so much, honey.
on June 7, 2004 03:53 PM
Oh, my sweet faraway friends! Dunno what else to say other than that I'm sending ya huggy vibes. Those are very different than muggy vibes, just so you know.
on June 7, 2004 05:05 PM
I wish I could think of something helpful, or even semi-comforting, to say. But I can't, really. I rather suck at that stuff.
I hope you guys work things out though, even if it means having to put a few major life-steps on hold...
on June 11, 2004 06:18 PM
I'm glad you're waiting.
Firstly for the very important reason that you're not ready (if you don't feel ready: you ain't ready). That's my unselfish reason.
My selfish reason is that if you had gotten hitched in July there's no way in hell I'd be able to make it because of stuff going on in my life and I REALLY wanted to be there. Now I don't have to guiltily explain to you guys why my right-wing obnoxious ass wasn't going to make it.
I do hope you guys work it out. I think you're meant for each other.
on June 12, 2004 07:29 PM