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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dearest, Most Loving Mary Angel,

How I miss you. How I miss your genuine love and caring. How I wish I were with you today. Not the you of today, I need that young woman I knew twenty-seven years ago. Or barring that, I wish there was someone in my life today who was as accepting of me as you were. Someone who held me accountable in love and understanding.

Welcome to my very own mid-life crisis Mary Angel. Never married. No children. No friends. Too afraid to step out from where I am to where I want to be.

God help me, Mary Angel.

All my love,


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