and he said: you are the mother to all.
we have such interesting convos, he and i. we both get teary eyed
at some point. i don't know why, but he draws the sad out of me. perhaps i do that to him as well.
i was telling him i am a horrible communicator. i mean i can talk deeply about anything, express myself on the lower levels, howl
like a wolf who has lost her mate, but the moment i have a problem with someone, i can't be honest. it's like that conflict just kills me inside and i don't know how to get it out. and the fact that i am dishonest about a situation upsets me even more, because i say: i never lie.
i guess mostly, we have always had a connection and i don't want to complicate it. i would hate not to have him in my life. more so, i would hate not to be a mermaid on lazy summer days.