“Masks” was wonderful at church on Sunday. It changed people. The Misanthrope ended yesterday as well. Whenever someone asks me if I’m glad it’s over, I simply say, “I’m glad I did it.”
After my final performance I was given a card, a card from the beautiful girl who blessed me. She came over last night. We watched Braveheart and held hands. She is so good to me.
We smiled at each other in the cafeteria today.
My fingers miss her skin.
I see her eyes everywhere I go.
I’m losing sleep over her.
If this is from you God, thank you.