August 2010
3 posts
My dad, my hero.
I remember when I was little…my dad would call my mommy and say he was coming for a visit, she would have my grandmother give me a bath, put me in a cute little dress with a bow in my hair, sit me on the couch and I’d look out our picture window waiting, and excited….Then after about an hour of my hopes being high, he’d call and say he wasn’t coming, that plans had...
Let them walk.
When people can walk away from you, let them walk. Don’t try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring for you, coming to see you or stay attached to you. When people can walk away, let them walk. Your destiny is, and never will be tied to anybody that left.
…Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts and we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone…or keep a straight face.