I saw Bruce last night. Maybe for the last time. The hope in me faded. I now know the truth - that you are getting married. A part of me already died 2 weeks ago. The other half floats in limbo. It was the nail in the coffin. What else do I need to see to believe?
I was silently watching my parents as they dealt with a grandaughter who did not seem to know them. I really felt bad. It was something that I wanted to change but how. It made me all the more think of him and my lost hopes. It is a vicious cycle from which I cannot seem to escape. God, please give me peace.