So I went back where I started. I am a slow learner… Special in my own right! Yet still calling you and on and on…

So fast forward if you will please: a few nights out later, some e-mails, phone calls whatever… all the while holding this butterfly in the hand that rests behind my back.

So you see I am stuck. I have tried to shake this… I don’t have the strength to kill the precious creature (that’s you dirty red ) So I freaked out at you (the texts about me crying and such) hoping you would tell me to go away, but not willing to ask you to do so.

Here it is (and its, and its not that I think your perfect, but I think you and I could be the most wonderful thing that ever happened. I am so bad at this stuf it will be a miricle if there is ever someone who has the pacience to understand me again. It’s like the older we get the less wiling we are to give time, everyone is so judgemental. Okay that is off topic.

The point is that I can’t wait for you to call me anymore What is it a month later DUHh GEee Durka Durka Ring Ring Bang! I am going to set you down my little wrinkled up pet that used to have wings. I hope you find flight. I wish you nothing but the best. Most of all I hope that writing this has done two things

Convinced you that I am worth waiting for

Convinced myself that you are not worth waiting for

and then we meeet in the middle.

~D

This is that part where I want to love something so I have to let it go, and if you come back to me YOU ARE MINE and if you don’t… Big Sigh

And before I can finish this publishing, he writes and here I am making myself fo to bed wothout working on my electronic portfolio so that I can resist tha turge to call the man I want to love.

It looks like I will be waiting for a year, to meet “Mr. Wonderful”