I probably understand all of the reasons more than you think. No one thought it would be easy, but I couldn't help the intrigue. With all the tales and poems and prose about others I didn't and still don't want to put the limit of another sad story on you. Any of those other blokes, fine. But not this time...

And I'm doing well. It's not supposed to be something to be sad about. Bittersweet because of the way the cards lay. Moving onward because nothing's really slowed down around me. Still wavering between the brightness and blues but I think everyone sings that song. It really hasn't been that long and I don't really know what I'm wishing on at the moment but I would wager to say it's something other than feeling this. It's hard. But for the most, I'm doing okay.