"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
God speaks.
Sunday, January 20, 2008

Why is it so hard to listen?
Not to be cliche'. I've just gotten to the point where I think it'd just be easier to call this whole thing quits and ask him myself, but luckily I don't get to make that decision.

I feel so physically limited here. You would think that in my dress rehearsal I would be bold and imaginative. I would love intensely and freely. And never limit myself.
Either by dating or by eating.
I would be honest and passionate. And true to myself.
Whatever that means.
I might tell you I think you're neat.
Or you're the only sane (by my standards) person left in my life.
I miss you.
It bothers me when you play with her hair during science.
I might ask you to be my valentine. Or tell that stupid boy to ask you to be his valentine.

I could do a thousand things if I just embraced the Courage to let go of myself. To let Freedom dictate my actions. And Love be my center.

I love love you.
Emily

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