What else is there to say but that my eyes are open and I know what I feel. I've been wrong before and I've done wrong. I hope that those I've wronged will forgive me, they know who they are, and I don't think I'll ever not want to rebuild burned bridges. I wrote this with one person in mind though...I don't expect it to lead anywhere but a writer needs to breathe as well as write to survive.
Who knew we'd ever come to this? Love is like a light showing us the way but if we stare at the goal alone, the light, we become blind to the obstacles and warning signs. We must protect our hearts and minds from things that masquerade themselves as love but are really the devil tempting us with what we truly desire.
Put your pride and fear aside to do what's truly right...even if they beat you with sticks as you do it
