That was the worst part because I wanted to keep in touch with her, as a friend. I left work and headed home. I was listening to the russian tape that reminded me of her as I navigated through the rush-hour traffic, trying to hold back the tears. I never used to listen to this tape except when Mary was with me. But the song which Mary translated into English as we drove on the Rockville Pike last night brought back some recent memories which will stay with me forever.
Nothing hurts more than broken love.
Love is like a rose, I am like the foolish child who grabs onto the stem and bleeds from the thorns. It took a bit of an adventure, and a bit of insanity. I am happy. The happiness I had from the time I was with her was worth the tears which don't seem to stop. It's always nice to get back in touch with people you used to hang out with.