tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post1929490970099539301..comments2023-10-11T11:58:15.514-04:00Comments on honor yourself: sharingterri st. cloudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051778033153655065noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-1149111847453944252015-02-11T14:50:35.963-05:002015-02-11T14:50:35.963-05:00definitely one to ponder over. . .definitely one to ponder over. . .diane in arnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731762173286561871.post-24878572635920517612015-02-09T21:09:12.243-05:002015-02-09T21:09:12.243-05:00Hmmm, this hit a place inside me...
So I am gonna ...Hmmm, this hit a place inside me...<br />So I am gonna say this, because some how they are related.<br />I didn't send a valentines card to a friend, because she has TONS of friends. I know she won't notice I didn't send her one.<br />She doesn't send me them, but she does send me other things from time to time...<br />and sometimes I wonder why I am her friend, because some one who has so many friends , surely doesn't need another?<br />and then I wonder, is that my insecurity talking?<br />Am I being the friend to her, that She is being to me?<br />Am I being the friend to her, that I am being to myself?<br />the sticky wicket of having friends and being a friend is all about the love, and less about the expectations.<br />I forget that <br />a lot.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com