Tuesday, July 1, 6:15 pm.
You texted me today to bring down boxes. You did not call last night and I feared you were wanting to say good bye. I hugged you and it just felt right to have you in my arms, even for just that fleeting moment. We talked a few minutes and I emailed you my writing of how and why I love you. I fear my words don’t have the weight or do justice to my feelings. I hope you can read beyond the words and feel my intents. It was painful to let you go. I will be there if you need me. Your response to my email was short, and no response to my reply. I hope you take the time to read it again and know my love is true. I have hope, but it is weary and tired with disappointment and heartache.
