I really think we will…
The move is mostly complete. David helped me move the big stuff today. He has the butch red pick-up truck…
It remains to be seen just how much time we will have for a friendship once we both get back to our respective lives, but we will be okay. At this point, he says he is more frustrated about the slow speed of the move than anything else. I am glad. I have begun feeling like an awful person the last few years, not wanting to be with someone that has been so generous and understanding through heavy medical problems. I have become an ogre. At times, I feel hideous inside. I am ready for this feeling to pass. I am ready to become a shining light once more. I used to be a beacon, then I became a cancerous lump. Funny, I would have thought the inner ugly feeling would have lessened when they cut out the cancer…
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