Bonjour,
I send these words out over this mystery called the Internet to you, my once, very dear One. This is where I am able to write and speak and see over invisible wires. I don't need to know how it works, all I need is enough knowledge for me to connect with Kindred who read this blog and enough to navigate through these corridors.
This is the day, I wish to communicate with a you, this once, very special some one. A special person, who years ago changed my life forever. This person's named ????. One from a land far away. Once, loved so deeply and cherished so much that I thought for a time, I would end up having dual citizenship...
...in every and all respects, I am Blessed and pleased that this did not take place.
In very many respects this person continues to be a part of my living structure. We are Blood-By-Sacrifice. You were a teacher, a supremely close individual and one I thought I loved so damned much.
Today, I know too damned much. Dear One.
For me, the love I thought I had never stopped loving. Stopped. I still love and care about your family and you. It's not as if we just turned each other loose or just went our separate ways. It has been since 1990-Something that I saw you last. The last time I held this person in my arms and looked into the eyes so beautiful. Such as it was a contradictory because of your strength. Your ability to gain trust to betray that same trust. The way you made me feel inside are memories in a mist. All but gone. So loving and caring. Huh? So many lies. So much deceit.
Your willingness to harm and hurt others, was too much for me to take. Too much to handle. What you have done to my sister's, what you did to Mom and I, speak volumes of your character.
I can look back now and see just how devoid you were of the qualities I thought you had. You mother fucker, you knew all along what you were doing to my heart!
My memories serve me far to well.
I am sorry. For what I committed against my Bride and Children and family name. Today is the day, I say to you, I am not sorry for what ever it is you are not dealing with, within you.
Les Adieux.
Oui? Oui.
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