Hey friend. Sorry to here about the papers. Are you really feeling the PMA? That's fantastic. Why is your PMA up? Not that it shouldn't be. Abe Lincoln said most people are as happy as they decide to be. Decide to be happy. Oh, happy b-day. (I am fearing mine, and my anniversary.)

Watch the drinking, OA. Too easy, too dangerous. Yes, I know I sound like your mom.

I think you are at the real Last Resort Technique stage. It's really not necessarily over though. You never know. You know what to do; GAL your ass off. Take care of yourself.

And now, my whining. I'm not in the best of moods to post to you right now, 'cause I'm actually a little envious of you. I hate this on the fence stuff. I want to know if my W is going to be mine or not. If not, I want to move on. This waiting for her to decide isn't fun. No, I don't want a D, not yet. But I do envy you a little.

I know it is hard, and hurts like hell. Maybe it's better than a slow deatch.

Your M isn't dead yet, not until you say it is. Hope without expecting. I don't think I could hope. For me it would be easier to not hope for anything, but mentally leave a door unlocked, maybe even cracked open, for her to come back through if she wanted to. Meanwhile, your life is ahead of you. Better things await.

Your brother in arms,

M45, W45,S15, D10,
Bomb 10/3/06, Moved back in 11/6/06, finally ILY 9/07
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