I felt her pain travel the phone line from Dallas to here, but I couldn't do a thing about it. I disappointed her immensely, and the first love I once knew, which she loved with an overwhelming heartfelt passion, was drained from me. I finally had to tell her that her passions weren't mine anymore.
Her life is dedicated to saving the lost. Her husband is studying at a seminary. And I, I departed from wanting the same. I could've glossed over many things, but chose to be open about where I am.
God, it sure is lonely to be here sometimes. But I can't be anywhere else right now.
Walking Discoveries
Again, I took the challenge of walking to work, this time from Puck's Alley to Ala Moana. Lots of new observations:
- The elegantly titled "Makiki Ditch" appears etched in concrete on the bridge column
- Waving American flag waves brighter after someone took the fine time to cut between each stripe
- Flatter shoes makes a woman feel like she can kick yer butt
Posted by ruth at September 03, 2002 03:44 PM
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