One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
I'm not sure how you found me, but I'm glad you did. I remember that fight we had while camping; but I also have the bottle of coke that we bought at Wal-mart after the long ridiculous bike ride up to Foothill Ranch. I'm glad that you are doing well, and I really do want to talk to you. Please call me, know that I care, and that I'm willing to explore a relationship again. I'm scared, and worried that I'll get hurt again, but I miss your friendship too- all the way down to the illicit trips for canned frosting...
PS- How did you find me. People who knew I had a blog couldn't find me...
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