I need to confess something. Studying for this insurance license has kept me busy, but it hasn't taken up the majority of my time away from you. No. I've spent the majority of the time after work writing.
I've focused most of my energies on writing my story about the once difficult angsty high school story. It has sucked me in and become something of an obsession. It takes me away from you and stops me from wanting to write here. It gives me the joy I need. The passion that keeps me going.
I'm sorry, but you just compare to the power this story has over me. Can you understand? Can you wait for me? Can you expect less of me? Will you still come back? Will you continue to like me? Oh. . .
Maybe it needs to be this way. Maybe you will need to move on with your life and find new horizons. Maybe I can't give you what you need. Maybe it was never meant to be.
Please remember one thing, though. I will come back here. I will write more often someday. Things will work out for me. I'll find balance and learn how to make time for my writing and you. Maybe we can meet here sometime in the future. I don't know when, but maybe it can happen. We will have to let Fate decide the course of things. I don't think we'll have any other choice.
But will you remember me? Will you remember this special place? This place where our passions, our joys and our curiosities can meet together and co-mingle. Or will it disappear from your memory and have no more meaning?
I truly wish you would, but I have no choice in the matter. This story must get down. It must get published. It must be told.
But please. . .remember me. Please come back here every once in awhile with the chance for us to meet again. I can't say when it will happen, but it will happen. Please come back.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007