~*Serenity*~ ~*Forget not the earth delights to feel your bare feet: Gibran*~
Time stands still as healing takes place.
Time races while healing comes into play.
Time stops when healing has finished.
Time, Time, Time.
Never enough time. Sometimes way to much. I wish I could have loved you before your heart was shattered. I wish I could have loved before he ripped mine into.
Time.
With each new experience. With each time of giving of ones self healing begins.
I have this friend. He was sent from God whether he wants to admit it or not. He has shown me ME.
He has taught me what I want, what I need physically, emotionally, sexually, He has brightened up so many dark days. Days I thought I would not live through. He walked in and gave me my smile back.
I am blessed to know him. I am blessed to have been a part of his life.
I can never tell him exactly what he has meant to me. I can never tell him what he means to me. {there is not enough time}.
With out him. I would not be ready for this part of life I have to face now. I thank you. With all that I am I thank you.




