I can’t stop crying.
Partly because of my stressed out thoughts, but mainly because I’m a woman and we biologically come upon that time of the month where all we do is cry.
I think tonight I’ll ask.
I think tonight I’ll be brave.
Face what I’m pretty sure could cause more tears.
Or maybe I should wait until day three of this fast.
(By the way, I’ve gone to log onto Facebook four times today only to remember I can’t beat this boredom with that site. I brought a book to work though, so I’m prepared.)
No, tonight is the night. If God opens the moment for that conversation to happen, then I’ll summon the small amount of courage I have to ask.
Ask what?
Well I can’t tell you right now.
But one day.
Soon.
Maybe.
(Someone remind me to start writing my stories again. I have a bad memory and need a reminder later tonight.)
Will be in touch.