Sad, not “glad” (such wonderful word, such wonderful feeling).So sad about us...
Sad - suppose we’ll never make up
Sad, never meant…
I miss you my friend. Suppose, we just “talk” as we used to...
I miss those I care about.
"Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible -- the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family." - Virginia Satir -
The door for communication is open...
Write me a message - "talk" to me... It's ok, I won't snap at ya - promise!
Whenever you are ready, wherever you are ready.
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Do you really think your friend is getting the message?
Perhaps he choses not to respond. Perhaps "he moved on"... ?
Everything is always as choice.
He is not a child anymore, he must feel some kind of a void that he could identify... (maybe?)
Maybe I was his friend, but he was not mine...?
All I got to rely on is that "there is a reason for everything" and that should give me peace... soon I will know what it was all about.
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