I wasn't sure how to start ...I stared for awhile at the very notes that inspired this blog....the wonderment behind it...like I had forgot that I had ever written anything. I don't remember...
I formatted my computer...just too much wrong and while searching through my files for various backups...I found hand wqritten notes. Some were aged...yellow and torn and somewhat fragile others looked newer and more sincere. I stopped to read the words and soak in there essence. When had such emotion ever found it's way through me. Who was the person I was writting about. Of course I knew but denial is often easier then trying to face something you convinced yourself would never take a hold of you again.
Notes of hopes and dreams and sometimes just the weather and how it brought me to you...well her. and I wondered why i never gave them to her...would it have made a Difference....would my life be different now...could it be?
I don't feel the need to ramble. I only feel the need to pass on a thought...just say it, do it, hand it to them, make a difference.
Regret is never worth the wonder.
