Notice the word SYMPATHY here and in the previous entry. Sympathy is a child of empathy which is a relative of understanding. It takes a pro active step or two to come close to the latter, and dedication to the love of a fellow human's soul to breach the former two. I don't know if the girl I love can even comprehend this level of absolute dedication. She sacrificed her soul and body years before she was emotionally ready to, and now she is frustrated with mate, emboldended by offspring. How quaint, to have daddy a PO in the home town. How disrupting that will be when home town ain't college town. And Mom wants to move on. SYMPATHY. Sooner, the better, but not that soon. Not like, a year from now. Maybe 2 or 3. Then slowly add the writer who lives in Manhattan into the mix. Slowly. Lincoln Center. Broadway. Radio City. 30 Rock. Central Park Ice Skating. Penthouse views. Roof hot tubs in the winter. Spring Lake Mansions in the summer. Belmar boardwalk every late July. Goosebumps of happiness on the hottest nights. Brown tans that glow 'till the fireplace blasts the crisp in the cool autumn air signaling October, crunchy leaves and the scent of an eviscerated pumpkin alight on the steps of our front door.
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Its a nice dream! If only you could let go of the past.
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