I wish you’d come back. I think about you all the time it’s distracting… I’m sorry we fought, I’m glad we’re talking again but I wanted so much more with you. I wasn’t ready, wasn’t sure of you and people meddled I know it doesn’t excuse me though. You were the first to know a small part of my personal hell and the only one to listen on those late night walks. Whatever happens just know I’m a friend for life. —Just Another Crazy Girl
This article appears in Aug 16-22, 2012.