14/365 Sally
High School girlfriend. I thought the Navy would be like prison, we broke up when I left. Talked to her again as I was reaching the bitter end of my drinking days. I scared her away. Everything about her is good, I was all bad.
I'm 45 years old. There's 365 days in a year. I'm writing 45 words about 365 people. When I turn 46, I'll start writing 46 words.
2 Comments:
All bad? Doubtful.
I think your posts belie that claim.
Aw... bittersweet
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