Tonight was wonderful. I had dinner over at Kimberly’s, and we worked on sign language stuff for the show. I like the way she laughs; her whole body just vibrates with no sound.
I came back after five hours and worked on a paper, then I felt the need to call Sarah. She actually talked to me a little. She is not good, her life is confusing, and without purpose. She told me about getting drunk on Halloween. I prayed for her and we were able to talk about our relationship and what really happened between us and what it meant. And we agreed on this: that I let her bring me to the place I am now, but she never let me bring her.
But it isn’t too late. It is never too late.
