Again, one year ago from today. Jan 13, 2009.
I had a bad dream the night before, about Conway.
He said at 8:42 AM:
"Damn baby, I wish I was there. Whenever you got scared or had any doubts I could hold you and tell you that everything is going to be alright, and then kiss you. I'd never let you go."
How could someone who once made me feel so safe, be the only thing in my life that scares me to death?
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