I'm feeling thankful. Someone really important to me almost died. And the truth is, as I whispered in her ear that she needed to come back, I knew that she could never recognize my voice.
How can you beg someone back to you if you were never really in her life?
We're not completely out of danger, but things are quickly improving.
I'm so selfish with my time. And as I type this I realize that I am galloping off to Ireland in less than two weeks.
I live so much in ideas and words that exist only in my head or on the page. What a lonely life this writer bullshit sometimes is.
In any case, Alison, I do love you.