Mid-August. And these posts seem to be getting a little farther apart all the time. Maybe I finally got to say what I have been wanting to say for so long. The voice that compels me to see you grows a little softer each day. I don't understand how helping you out means I am denied your friendship.
I have to wonder- if I had not helped you, would we still be friends? I'm certain that you have joys and concerns that you would like to share- why wouldn’t you give them to someone that you trust, that understands all you have endured.