This is the last thing I will say about, or to you.
Congrats on becoming a Marine. Excelsior.
I once thought about joining the military; I'm glad I didn't because it would have been a serious error.
I tend to lean against those whom I get an immediate feel I can trust them, and 99.999999% of the time, it works against me horribly.
This was true in your case, Ted's, and many others.
Vivian...though I actually tried to not lean on her, I did and I paid for it.
But she paid a larger price; her life.
A memory of that night returned to me recently.
But I won't discuss it any further; it is a moot point because she is dead and rehashing the possibilities, the what-ifs and whatnot only hurts more.
But moving on? Maybe if I got closure. Or if I died.
Or if by some miracle, some Altarian miracle, love found me once again...
...As I thought I had with you, but either I pushed too hard or was just too desperate (or whatever the cause), and you threw me to the hungry, rabid wolves as does every one else I once thought I could trust.
My only qualm is why everyone blames me. I mean, all the time, and of course it isn't humanly possible anyway (to be at fault for everything).
Well, before this gets too long, and you get all pissy and start screaming at me because I piss you off just because I'm me, I'll end this by saying
'If it comes from the heart, then it matters not if anyone disagrees because it is yours and yours alone, unless you choose to share it with someone you trust, that you love.'
Well, that is all. Goodbye.
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