Well it's official. I'm in full reminicent mode. Clsing my eyes and feeling his kiss. This has to stop. Thank God tomorrow they're closing this site down. I can't live in the past, especially when I'm trying so hard to work towards the future. Perhaps because there was never any closure, perhaps because I wasn't ready to say good-bye just yet. Or at all. But now I am.

 I would really like my stuff back though. I think that just stinks, keeping my stuff , I mean. My childhood Christmas decorations, my hand sewn embroidered pillow cases, my mother's tea set. What is the purpose of him holding onto these things. And why give me back my tv without the remote? I can't use the damn thing without it. Oh well, I guess he's just sicker than I am in some ways. But I still miss him a little, guess I will for some time to come. Hope it doesn't last forever, hope I get to that light at the end of the tunnel sooner than later.

I still pray and hope that God hears me. I still hope and pray that God knows. I still cry and dream of laughing. I still dream and hope it comes true.

Caio my friends, take care and thanks for listening.