I left the light on in the back room the other day. I wonder if I would've remembered to turn it off, would we be still having this... this... issue.

Seems like you relieve stress by confessing the nagging thoughts... that ... nag me. I wonder, had we'd envisioned this point would we... could we... walk happily into these issues?

We play hot potatoe with negative emotions... I lose most of the time. I guess your hands are much cooler/colder than mines. No disrespect, but sometimes... this is like a bad dream. I mean, one of those dreams that you know is a dream, but still shakes you and makes you wish you were awake. Because alot of times there is no rest in sleep, okay I'm rambling, but stay with me. Because we need to resolve these issues.

My issue is... I never knew my mothers love, so a woman's love seems impossible. I know it's crazy, but I always thought mystically, or instinctively, I would know how to accept... love. But we live from issue to issue, not love to love, so maybe I equate issues... with love. ...Clearly, we got issues.

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Originally posted by HeruStar:

My issue is... I never knew my mothers love, so a woman's love seems impossible. I know it's crazy, but I always thought mystically, or instinctively, I would know how to accept... love. But we live from issue to issue, not love to love, so maybe I equate issues... with love. ...Clearly, we got issues.

thought provoking...