SpaghettiSam asks, "What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?" Good question.
I miss her. Sometimes I would just sit in the living room and watch her paint. I know she has been struggling with creating. I hope this is the start of her uncorking her creative bottle.
I realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger's armor.
137.01 Remember Seven years in a few seconds. She laughed. She smiled. She loved me. I loved her. What did she love about me? I brought this out in her?