I’m looking at a bouquet of a dozen roses displayed in a wide-mouth water bottle. The last time I received such roses was from my parents after the opening night of my high school play.
Yesterday, two times I heard that the war in Iraq is justified because it is retaliation for 9/11. This humiliates me. I’ve felt deep humiliation twice in the past week–although the two incidents were unrelated. I’m feeling a little victimized lately, taken advantage of, disregarded, etc., in work and in love.
I love you. Don’t think that I don’t. I’m just afraid of catching the brain cancer.