August 20, 1997 – Wednesday – 6:05 p.m.

I talked to Sherlive over the phone last night.  Her emotions are flowing because the storm that took me three years ago is now blowing in her hair.  We talked for two and a half hours.  She told me of some bad stages in her life.  I won’t go into detail right now.  God has forgotten and so I can too.  I’m not sure what she is to me.  Perhaps simply another red light.  Another Emily who will let me into her big world, unaware of how entranced I am by it.  Sherlive has some growing to do.  I want to grow with her.  She has stressed to me that long distance relationships don’t work and she knows my time here at Lees-McRae is short.

Another chapter.

Another story.

Lees-McRae…look what you did to me.


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