There are 3 sides to any story, your side, my side and the truth. Here's my side...
Thursday, July 13, 2006
It wasn't just that she was being a good friend. She was, but it wasn't just that. It was that she was trying to assuage some of her guilt. She hoped the gods would see and hear her penance. That in this act of reaching out (while it was sincere) she could some how free her soul. Then maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be kept awake at night hearing a heartbeat that years ago ceased to exist.
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This broke my heart for a moment. There's something in my past that I still think about - sometimes with regret - sometime not, and your writing touched that.
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