February 17, 2009
I am loved. I was loved. I was beautiful. I was a bride. I hoped. I dreamed. Songs were written about me. I broke hearts. My heart was broken. I healed. I learned what love is. I still donít know who I am Ė the woman who inspired love, or the woman who is without it. The woman who was never late, or the one who always is. I know less than I did those years ago. Have learned too much and not enough. Iím too far away and too close. I will never know. Myself or anyone else. Now, never.