As I sit down on the bench overlooking the bay, You know why I’m here. So let me get right down to it. I don’t understand.
You know all we have been through, so why? I don’t feel any stronger, isn’t that what’s supposed to happen? Not here it didn’t, not with me. I’m not going to say any more about that, because as You know, I’ll burst out in anger. Am I supposed to just pick up the pieces and pretend nothing happened?
And what about India? You know how long we’ve wanted to go there, our dreams have vanished. Now we are too old. She had dreams and visions years ago and now? India seems as far as Jupiter.
I just don’t get it.
My faith has changed. There’s a price to be paid, for being so open. Even though I do see You…… I want fewer sermons, I can’t stand the yelling, the putting down. I can’t be mean anymore, judging people. That’s not who I am now. I want to be loving and accepting.
So you know how I love other cultures, I was thinking of learning French and then Italian. I figure we as a couple, can handle Europe, maybe parts of Africa, a lot easier than India. And we both love Canada. Still…….I think I will miss not learning Tamil, and Gujarati. You know how I love the cultures, the people.
Anyway, this is what I was thinking about………
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