From the point of view of the obsessed, the best cure for obsession is possession.
I have felt anger and shame.
In truth the solution has proved a severing of options.
We woke up early and climbed the mountain.
At the top we could see other mountains. Many of them. We meditated for ten minutes (not eleven).
I cannot help you again I am sorry.
I am not always this selfish but I need to take care of myself, for a while.
I told him, I have worried that I made a mistake.
I told him, Sure, we can find a use for that ice.
Telling = a liberation.
There are so many words I have not said.
I wonder if they would have changed anything.
I respect you too much
He loves me much more than I thought.
I am learning to distinguish fantasy from my own life.
We are not melting.
*Moulin Rouge
