Love the Wendell Berry poem, “The Peace of Wild things," Jena. I had never read it before!
It was just a part of my life that I am not prepared for anymore because I love this special person and I know deep inside she loves me. I was alone for years and he said he loved me. Literally but times have changed. But friends are always rare . I’ve always been faithful to my relationships. I don’t mind coming out of the closet but I don’t know what to expect. It I can assure you that I’m deeply uncomfortable with myself because I love this special woman and she has to understand what happened. Love is love is it b not .
I’m sincerely sorry. I have been trying to write stories about my life and just posted one . I’d love to hear your thoughts