Friday, December 19, 2003
seven wonders crowed the man"She walks in idle beauty among the waste of this land"
"Idle beauty?"
"Yes. It is worn into her like the wind molds a mountain or a river molds the bed over which it flows. Her beauty is not apparent unless you know what, or rather who, you are looking at."
I'm sorry. You know who you are, if you're reading this. I feel like crap. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I can't bear my whole winter break with you mad at me. I would fall apart. And you've seen me do that before, and you know it's no good for anybody.
Sorry. Please forgive me. If you don't, I will have lost something greater than words can describe. I'd miss you so much, my greif wouldn't encompass the world we live in. You are very special to me. And I'm sorry. Please find it in yourself to forgive me for my harsh words and rash actions. I didn't mean to.
knowing six are gone