There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Thursday, November 1


I often wonder when my friends appear in my dreams if they are calling to me or me to them. This has happened to me throughout my life. Last night my dreams brought you to me again. You were all messed up bb. You couldn't be consistent with anything. You were talking to me in a strange voice, and grabbing my hand asking me to lay down with you. You were smiling at me while you were holding my hand and you had given me a lei to wear around my neck.  You kept leading me from one car to the next through a huge yard full of old cars, trying to find "the right one" for us to go somewhere in... we never really got to one that you were happy with. We did end up sitting down and having a long talk. It was nice talking finally.

I think thats pretty telling of where you are. I woke up with an ache in my heart knowing you wont let me in or anyone else to help you. Please take care of you, my friend. Find that peace inside that will lead you out of the hole. I am always here with my hand outstretched in friendship to help, no matter what it is you need, with no anger, and no regrets. always xo

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