An open letter....

To the one person who will not read it:

Enough. I can not do this anymore. We did not leave you, we were driven away. You respect no boudries and expect everything to dance to your tune. I won't do it. I can't. Down that path lies I will loss myself.
I am sorry for your pain. It was never intended. Your pain does no mutually exclude the rest of us from feeling pain. The effects of this month have reverberated through all of our lives.
I loved you, even though I can not still see the person I first kissed. I will always be there if you need me, but on terms that will not shatter me.
I hope that you will find peace. I wish I could bottle it and gift it so easily. I suspect the core lies in you seeing through our eyes. I can't beleive the gentle witty and honorable man I knew is completly dead. I hope someday he will come back. I hope it is someday soon.

Love
Denise

(again, this is not about the wombat...)