To A
Softly spoken words of hope I send to you now out of condolences. Friend, take with you my love and faith. You ARE stronger than you pretend to be. Love and endless praise is my gift you. Take it and live a better day tomorrow. I wish I could make everything okay. Share your pain a little. It seems that I am instead consumed inside my own. I am sorry I can’t be a better friend. I know you need one now. I hope that this weekend sends you some peace. I love you, A. Take care.
January 22, 2007 at 1:03 am
Not strong –just clever at masking my weakness.
Love you too – A.
January 22, 2007 at 8:48 pm
Whatever girlfriend. umhhum. *insert bob of the head and flipping of the hand. Done in pure Moisha style*