Like All The Others

This blog continued elsewhere, like all the others, in voice-to-text messages on my phone then emailed to my email and sitting there waiting for me to cut and paste and edit the babbling into entries to be posted in their respective blogs. Like this one where I store copies of letters to E (and me). And as if there was some sort of reason for proof to be needed, here is one recent little ditty:

Here I am, after midnight, just finished a cheese omelette snack and chocolate protein drinks and buying more T-Shirts I don't need and giving into impulse cuz I'm lonely and blah blah blah and I am wondering if you wrote. I did. Several blog posts. You know I blog, right? Almost daily sometimes in several different blogs. Nobody reads, or at least nobody tells me they read. Lonely there too lol. But the words keep me company and help me figure things out and maintain some mental emotional balance of sorts. Posting the words on the internet keeps the dream alive, the dream of sharing everything with someone someday, falling in love, completely open honesty, unconditional trust, mutual partnership, the dream of the one and all that jazz. Without that dream, there's no point in going on, so the blogging literally keeps me alive. Easy peasy.

So did you write? (laughing at myself, seriously looking at you).

Hope so. Someday, when you have yourself all figured out, I hope you tell me :)

See?... no hard time, just encouragement and patience and unconditional love ya, yeah ya. :)

hl,
me