Sunday, June 6, 2004
As I hand you my very last rose, I only ask one thing of you; tell me where you’re going. What did I do that has caused you to want to leave? Be sincere. Be honest. Tell me.
Feel free to leave when you please. We both know you can live without me. But I do wish you’d give me another chance, telling me how I can go about fulfilling every need and whim of your heart. If you choose not to grant me that wish, at least tell me…
Where are you going? What are you expecting to find there? What happened in our home that has caused you to want to leave? True, in your quest you may come upon a castle, but you might also end up in the humblest corner of the humblest shack; both far from what you had here with me… in what was for a long time our loving home.
(2), (3), (4)
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