i've been rereading your story. the tip of the iceburg as i know it, of course, but i think i know it better than most. i think it is about me too. not identical, of course, but closer than some might think. we have broken and fallen in so many of the same places. and i guess we've both learned how to pick ourselves up again. sometimes.
we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up.
anyway: story received, story included. you and i looked at each other long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. thanks. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
it's not the place i want to be, if i could take this chance to tell you that. maybe -i pray- we will find each other again and it will be different. never the same. different. but better. in a different way.
one thing that i have always noticed about you is that you never ever gave up. you were close. but you never gave up. i like people who smile when it's raining. and you always had a smile -half or not- for me. and i appreciate that.