I cant decide if ive been anticipating reading Joy's story or absolutely dreading it, i mean honestly. The first few paragraphs put me in a string of tears that went from deep belly crying to whimpering tears. Joy was laughing at me, i know she was. But i didnt care i was crying for my own selfish loss, and how i just longed to be a better friend and listener, a redo.
Ive put myself in the stalker category, for real this time. I am ashamed to admit the things i did trying to find my eye doctor online. Fail. Fail. Fail.
"You need some romance in your life!!"
It was hard for me to admit he was right. There i was laid out, paper thin, for everyone to point at, laugh and mock. My worst fear coming true, other people noticing my dry spell. Its bad enough when you have to talk yourself down, but others, thats a completely new kind of horrifying. Almost as bad as blogging it.
