YOU WONíT LET ME
I want to move on, but you wonít let me.
When I feel like I have moved on, you drag me back just a little bit so that my feet are still touching the hole that I tried to climb out.
I will never get out of that hole.
I want to move forward, but you wonít let me.
When I f...
So now here is some more of my story.
I met Teddy when I was in college. I was 18 and he was two years older. He seemed different than other guys and perhaps that is what drew my attention. We had on...
So here goes. I am not sure I can do this all at once. For one, it is too painful to remember again all at once and for two, new memories crowd in all the time.
Here is the beginning. When I was four years old we had neighbors. The Truscotts. They...