I haven't just journaled(is that a really a word?) in some time. Thinking about everything over the last month, things we've done and said to one another, things that have happened, attitudes, feelings and how much ground we've covered. I think of all the feelings that have crossed my heart and mind. What has crossed her heart and her mind?
I sit and think about what I'll do next and think about her, about us. All I want to do right now is write, write her a love letter. A letter like I would do so often in years past. A letter that all my deepest feelings, poured my heart out to her and professing my love to her. I have written so many over the years, letters, notes, poems. How I have loved writing each and every one of them. I sit here thinking what she's done with them all and how she rarely ever acknowledged them. Yet she's kept every one of them in her journal. She's so reserved all too often, such deep and strong feelings why has she kept so much from me? Will she ever truly let those feeling free? I can only hope.
If we really want to love, we must learn how to forgive. - Mother Theresa
