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Not ready...

I thought I could do it. I thought I could talk about the people that mean the most to me and reminisce about the love that they shared with me. I thought I could relive those memories and be ok. I thought I could do it and not think about it for the rest of the day.

Well, I can't. At least not right now.

I don't feel like I am at the point where I am ready to let that all out so quickly. I hadn't thought about some of that stuff in years. It would bring me to tears but would do more harm than good.

So, I have decided to hold off on the memory recording for the sake of my own emotional being. It will get there. Just not right now.

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  1. UnknownMarch 6, 2012 at 7:56 PM

    my favorite thing about this is you knowing yourself enough to know what you need. and--when the time's right...the time will be right. love to you.

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