I don’t even know what to say. Once again I find tears in my eyes, although somehow I feel they aren’t just the tears of a broken heart, but I believe there are tears of happiness for you mixed in. I don’t want to hold you back from anything either. Please, never think that I’d have allowed you to hold me back from anything, that would have hurt you more than anything else I could ever have done I just wish there was a way to dispell all your fears, your troubles. I wish I could wash them away with my tears, hold you and tell you everything is ok, and have it be the truth. I suppose I must resign myself to the truth which cuts me like a burning blade of death that we must part. I will pray every night that your plans to move out to seattle are not merely wisps of breath floating away from a past relationship now gone. I hope to see you soon, I hope and pray that all our plans and dreams aren’t dashed now. I would so love to spend this winter me celebrating the Solstice with you, and you celebrating Channuka with me. I still would love to meet your family. I suppose all I can do is wait and see what happens. Where your path takes you. I just hope that it brings you to a crossroads with mine and we can again walk the streets together hand in hand, my arm about your waist, your arm about my shoulders, the taste of each others lips lingering in our mouths. I will find out about pike place, if you still think that a DreamWeaver booth might exist there- you will have to let me know on that one. I cannot do it alone. Please, let’s let these tears water the blossoms of a close, endearing friendship, instead of washing away all that exists between you and I.
Until the crossroads,