But maybe you are there… the place I now want to be. Maybe we will meet, glass_music_cup… finally. Maybe you will be there and I can tell you. And, you can tell me. We can finally share without shame. We can embrace and feel at a level that others won’t until they do. Bliss.
Call for me. Reach for me. Tell me what to do… please. I am broken. Unloved. You know what I mean. Ready and prepared. In order… it’s all in order.
Meet me there. Please.
See you on the other side. Soon. Let this be the way out. Please.
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I hope you meet on another place, not on the other side.
I think glass music cup might have passed on. May she rest in eternal peace. 🙁
@tupacorbiggie: I know, dear. I am afraid she has. I miss her. And, I hurt. I so wanted her to hang on. My heart just aches. Just. Aches.