Thu, 19 May 2005

a half-dozen seconds
I have almost perfected the letter. I am close enough to feel a relief, the conclusion now visible after so many years of guessing and hoping, the line of letters reaching a quintessence of pitch-perfect pleas, the irrefutable logic of my arguments all standing in a line, holding hands, one after the next, so as to come to the only possible conclusion, which is for her to gather the kids and get in the car and get on the plane and come back to the house, come back to me, and we will be a family again, as though none of the past decade ever happened. I am almost there. I am a half-dozen seconds from being there.
(12:23.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #