You know that Wild Flower I was talking about,  what you didn’t knew, the Wild Flower was  my youngest,  who rode it to the moon and back at the beginning of all her troubles in her life,  what a roller coaster of error actions were to come from that ride out of space to Wonder land,  she took with my youngest.  One can not live with resentment in their hearts.  Things where done and said to lead to a not true willing of being with one other.  So one was more passive then then other,  and couldn’t say no,  maybe, maybe not.  Who’s to say.  But was more likely push into something that one didn’t really what.  But went along with it,  anyway.  Maybe because the Wild Flower was afraid or she must of liked it once it was all over.

       This Wild Flower worries me,  her pass troubles me,  it’s if as I feel her agony.  Her face is so sad,  she so beautiful and doesn’t even feel it or show it.  She has no self esteem and confidants about her self.  Why do I trouble my self with this Wild Flower?  I don’t have too deal with any of this, but still decide to stick around.

       Any way getting back to what I was writing about.  Things where said to me, that are Skeletons in the closet, and to dark for one to bear that burden.  The good thing is that is was put worth to the light.  So I confronted the issue and both was able to talk about that Skeletons in the closet.  So now they can be at peace with each other.  And I can go on knowing that I some what helped resolve an issue that had to been cleared in order for me 2 ever have a future with this Wild Flower.

        What I should do is forget about this crazy as Wild flower,  who doesn’t care about not a dame thing about her self and others, self fish “itch!”,  and keep it moving,  she is lost, and it’s dawning to me,  she doesn’t what help,  so let it be.  Maybe it’s not might to be between me and her,  tell next time as you read Lost in Love Pt. 4.