November 19, 2007
I have waited for your letters they do not come. I have gathered my strength though it feels done. I have longed to love like we once did but Iíve grown numb, in spite of it. Whatís to become of us, we are not new this I know, I watch hope die slow. Look for responses they donít change my mind, I feel scorned and taunted I grow unkind then it all passes I am on to other facets of my life. But there will always be a part that longs for your broken heart taking its refuge in mine.