Let me know when you have some time. I know we've both been busy, and that things are- oh, I don't know, strained. I just can't pretend anymore, what with these awkward, obligatory pleasantries, these force-fed exchanges, these diplomatic tradings of basic information. We part disappointed and just- sad, both of us recalling days, better than these, ones where I would sing to you as loud as I could, excited- giddy, even- while you stitched up my heart, thread after thread and with great care. But that's, well... that's not how it is now, is it?
Anyway, I didn't mean to go on this long before we've actually had a chance to sit down and hash this out. I'm very tired and it's late and I don't think either of us have the energy to endure the conversation we're about to have- not at this hour, anyway. Let me know when you're free- I hope you can find some time for me.
I miss you. Life is different here without you. Emptier, somehow... I don't know.
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Do it. Stop putting it off. You know it's really just about you, because He's been there.
This is always about that.
It will always come back to this.
Blog drama.
Aww parker I love you.
I miss Africa. =(
Stacie
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