Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.
So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.
And believe that everything happens for a reason... if you get a chance -- take it; if it changes
your life -- let it.
Nobody said it would be easy... they just promised it would be worth it.
~ Unknown
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~ Anne Lamott
Showing posts with label reason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reason. Show all posts
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Friday, October 8, 2010
I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me
I know you're watching from afar. I suspected you might be. Or that you would at least pop in for a look. Or eight. Don't ask how I know, just understand that I do.
It's cool with me.
The way you left things isn't.
After all that happened, I really do deserve some kind of explanation. Don't forget, above all things, we were best friends. I was there for you even when you believed no one was.
I know you have your reasons. I understand I may never fully understand those reasons. Why not give me the benefit of the doubt and at least try to explain?
This silence, it smacks of cowardice. I don't want to think that about you. You're so much better than that.
I'll be honest -- it sucks that you would rather cause me misery, would rather have me believe you are dead, than tell me the truth. I can handle the truth. On many occasions it has been served up to me in large doses that would destroy most people.
I can handle the truth.
Question is, do you have the fortitude to say it?
I dare you to prove me wrong.
Oh ya, I went there.
It's cool with me.
The way you left things isn't.
After all that happened, I really do deserve some kind of explanation. Don't forget, above all things, we were best friends. I was there for you even when you believed no one was.
I know you have your reasons. I understand I may never fully understand those reasons. Why not give me the benefit of the doubt and at least try to explain?
This silence, it smacks of cowardice. I don't want to think that about you. You're so much better than that.
I'll be honest -- it sucks that you would rather cause me misery, would rather have me believe you are dead, than tell me the truth. I can handle the truth. On many occasions it has been served up to me in large doses that would destroy most people.
I can handle the truth.
Question is, do you have the fortitude to say it?
I dare you to prove me wrong.
Oh ya, I went there.
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