1985-07-01 july 1st 85

                                         july 1st 85
                          My love,
              I'm suffering from growing pains again.  I
         think I have sprouted up these past couple of
         years more than I have in the past ten years.  And
         it makes me feel like an adolescent, awkward and
         uncomfortable.  Self conscious and insecure at
         times.  When my life started unrolling I used to
         say I felt like a 15 year old.  I did not know
         then, how right I was.
              I am so very alone.  I have been tested to
         the limit all at once; and I am happy because I
         survive well, and I make it no matter what.
              Its like, 'Let's see how many things I can
         screw up, how many time before I learn my lessons.
         And I do learn, painfully.  And I like it.
              But the bottom line is that while its so easy
         to love the strong beautiful person inside of me;
         it takes real love and guts to accept the other
         me.  I can do it where other people are concerned,
         I love you; all of you, totally; I love Aaron in a
         similar manner.
              But me; I want me perfect!  Well!  Think
         girl, grow up!  Love makes me vulnerable and open
         to the core, and I just didn't want it to be this
         way with you and I'm mad at myself for having let
         all that insecurity surface, and worst of all to
         have let you in on it.  The hardest thing for me
         to do tomorrow will be to face you again knowing
         that you will not look at me in the same way; that
         now you are going to be careful of what you say; I
         don't want that to happen.  What a fool I am.  Let
         me write it again so it sinks in.  I AM A FOOL.
         And its OK, once in a while, isn't it?  I always
         say you need to be humbled; I think I need it much
         more than you do.
              I hope you still have respect for me, I
         couldn't, wouldn't want to see you if you didn't.
              I want you very much.
              I love you very much.
                                 Lise

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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