as we arrived at LDS hospital, brady offered to drop me off while he parked. i refused. as sick as i still was, i wanted to drive around together until we found a parking space together. so we could walk in together. i needed him. and he needed me. when they called us back together, it was obvious that i had fragile written all over me. the only problem was i felt that the contents inside were already broken.
trading something good for something better
11 years ago
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I am glad to see you are writing here again.. I know it is hard.. but healing too... Always remember it is your weakness that gives you strength.. You do not have to be the strong one.. God will always carry you through..If I can be of any help.. Just let me know.. I Love you!...Your sister friend.. LisaMe!
You are a beautiful writer. Even if it is painful . . . so many people can benefit from hearing your story.
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