And so as I say this so sadly, I expect no sympathy.

I know you do indeed love me Emily, but I just wonder to what limit.   My mind has recovered momentarily, but my heart maybe infinitely broken.   Forever, the days spin around me, like I never knew before.  And the collapsed sun might not ever shine again.  For I am told although, the days will be better.   I think about you a lot Emily. I wonder if you think about me.  My friend Erin reminded me that through everything, I’ll love you and you’ll love me.   And now I wonder what you’re thinking after you read that last sentence.   Nobody can help me like you do.  And I want to believe in you so bad; that is seeming more and more like a dream to me.

What does all this mean? My words. Your thoughts. Your conscience. My mind. My being. Your soul. Our heart- still beating as one. Maybe falling apart, but holding together. And now Emily, today, the eighteenth of April. Midnight. Three years before the second millennium. Exactly one thousand days by
virtue of the day I fell in love with you, not to set you free.

But I did. And now I must go. 

Forever You.

mE.

 

" T H E - B E S T - O F - W H A T ’ S - A R O U N D "

[D.M.B.]

Hey my friend It seems your eyes are troubled Care to share your time with me Would you say you’re feeling low and so A good idea would be to get it off your mind See, you and me Have a better time than most can dream Have it better than the best So we can pull on through Whatever tears at us Whatever holds us down And if nothing can be done We’ll make the best of what’s around Turns out not where but who you’re with That really matters That really matters And hurts not much when you’re around And if you hold on tight To what you think is your thing You may find you’re missing all the rest Well she run up into the light surprised Her arms are open Her mind’s eye is Seeing things from a better side than most can dream On a clearer road I feel Oh you could say she’s safe Whatever tears at her Whatever holds her down And if nothing can be done She’ll make the best of what’s around Turns out not where but what you think That really matters That really matters That really matters We’ll make the best of what’s around. . . .