October 31st, 2011
the alter (NOT altar)
And then you find out that you were feeling better because old wounds/hurts/whatever had scabbed over and were almost healed, but all it takes is to pick it away once and everything comes back raw and sore and horrible.
(I have faith this will subside. But it’s scary [ha, Halloween…heh] how ohsoquickly those bad bad feelings can come flooding back.)
To those who don’t have the capacity to understand: I probably don’t want to hang out with you anymore. To the (VERY VERY) few who DO get it: a thanks doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Happy anniversary tomorrow to the light of my life. 2003/2008//8/3. I love you Jeff; you are…THE BEST.