In My Defense
But Michelle....what if I don't want to tell? It's awkward enough already. So it shouldn't be awkward you say. They deserve a right to know. I know that as well. I know they wouldn't be mad. But...
I don't know. I don't think I'm ready yet. Just a few people at a time. Angie knows, you know. That's about all I'm ready for. If I tell them they'll bring it up all the time. They'll forever be thinking 'what if' that happens again (which I assure you...IT WON'T). I'll be stuffed back under their wings and they'll be more protective than ever. I do not look forward to that prospect, they're already protective enough (at least I think) as of now.
The past is in the past, it's settled down where it is. Why drag it up along with all of the dust and junk again? It will only have to resettle again, but this time with a lot more difficulty because it will be constantly moved about. You have to know what I mean right?
I don't want them to know yet. I for one don't feel ready to tell them yet. Please understand where I'm coming from. We can argue over this more at school. ^^
I still love you Michelle, thanks for your concern.
1 Comments:
Oh hun, I know you don't want to tell... and I totally know where this is coming from. *I* wouldn't tell EVER... or I would go crying to my parents. I don't know. I don't WANT to know.
You managed to come up with decent reasons. Well, damn. Just... get ready. Because this piece of the past needs to be moved one final time before it can decompose and rest with the other ashes.
I love ya!
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