I have once again entered the realm of the unloved. That sliver of society that could live or die with few noticing the difference. Christine, whether she knows it or not, is in the process of splintering my heart. How dare I express my love to her. Ann is carrying me through this with the tenderness of a field medic, rushing me to the sidelines just to get me out of the game. God bless her. Lanmark is rooting for me, and at least again acknowledging my presence.
Hey...are you saying I'm not tender? Because I -personify- tender. Warm fuzzies abound.
ReplyDeleteI'm not really trying to rush you. I mean, I was at first but now I'm just kinda hanging close by to make sure you're ok. Just like you do for me.
Giving you a TENDER {<-----see that} hug ~Ann
Whatever, is all I have to say... This is the kind of thing that we fight about most often.. Lanmark is rooting for me? Do you really think they care? I have news for you they dont about either of us or even the people that work there.
ReplyDeleteYou are loved more than you will ever know. The problem is can the Love survive outside the box?