Re: precious moments
Tuesday, August 1, 2006 12:17 AM
From:
"MJS"
To:
"Sunshynexxx" sunshyne20four7@xxx
you say you "need" to see me. what is that "need" based upon, ms. thing?
Sunshyne20xxx
I'm such an ass. I never looked under the pillow. The thought didn't enter my mind to check there. Ah, if you have any time available this week, I need to see you.
MJS
Note and card were under your pillow.
I waited until 5.00 p.m.
3 bedroom. remington. 3200 feet. private elevator. safest place in the country.
when will i see you again? when will we share precious moments? are we in love or just friends? is this my beginning or is this the end?
Sunshynexxx
Hi Mitch,
I'm glad to hear from you . I didn't see a note. I do like that song, "Best of My Love."I don't know. Maybe, I'm having a panic attack or something. Although, I am a little stressed right now about several things. My nerves are not there best right now. I honestly mean it when I say that I'm not trying to be difficult, and I promise I'm not crazy. I am just going through something right now so maybe my emotional level is not the ususal. I will be alright. Changes are sometimes difficult for me, but I do know that a lot of time changes can be good for me. Although, I must admit, you have kind of freaked me out a little about moving. I do know that I will eventually move.
MJS
Gorgeous: What in the world are you talking about? I left you a beautiful note with the address and a nice "congratulations" card. I had champagne and roses waiting there. Then, next thing I knew, I got an e mail four hours later that you liked San Diego and couldn't see yourself living in Los Angeles. Knowing my dislike for S.D. (bad karma; remember?), I thought it was you who was sending me a message, and I would not want to speak to someone who does not want to speak with me so I stopped calling -- confused as hell. I had a wonderful time with you, and had a 6 hour plan to continue it when you woke up. What happened?
Mitch.
P.S. Don't you know you get the best of my love?
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