Since our separation, it has been almost 4 weeks since Sam and I have seen one another... nearly 3 with radio silence. Somehow in my mind I thought getting together for Walk #9 (Eastlake, North Capitol Hill, Montlake) would be a good opportunity to talk and spend some time together. Wrong, I was so wrong!
Down one massive flight of stairs to under I-5 (the Colonnade???) and my tears and frustrations and emotions ran completely out of control. He has completely locked me out out what is going through his head... and his beautiful, warm heart has grown a wall around it. But, like some idealistic fool, I cling to the hope that in time, with healing, and with love things will improve.
This walk may never be completed, though I think my legs are kinda thankful for that!
Down one massive flight of stairs to under I-5 (the Colonnade???) and my tears and frustrations and emotions ran completely out of control. He has completely locked me out out what is going through his head... and his beautiful, warm heart has grown a wall around it. But, like some idealistic fool, I cling to the hope that in time, with healing, and with love things will improve.
This walk may never be completed, though I think my legs are kinda thankful for that!