Fifty-six

Peggy,

    Well if he walks away from you, which, as I mentioned in the last one, it seemed like he wanted to do from the outset, let him. You are good enough, someone else will pick you up. It sounded like you already had others that wanted you, his company was just the first to answer back. So, shit, let him go. 

    I have a picture of her on my dresser. Lately it has hit me again, how lucky I am to have this magnificent person in my life. To hold. To be held by, to have my feelings returned, to care about me. Just amazing, confusing, scary, that she does. Yeah, teenage love adventure. 

    She owns a small plant store. Small space anyway, she has it packed with so many plants there isn't much room to walk around. I love being there. I help water sometimes. Makes me feel like I am actually giving back, though I doubt it makes up for the damage I am doing. 

    She is mostly recovered, as I said, but has times when I can tell she hurts, a lot, tries to hide it. All I can do is take care of her as softly as I can.

    Yeah, it was good talking to him.

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