Not sure if any of you are actually still paying attention beyond the folks that like to tie up and beat me. Hello Sadists, love ya. And I am definitely not sure if the people that this message needs to reach will ever see it but they are the last ones on the list and as of right now I have literally no way to reach out to them. So this summer has been hectic but I managed to grab a few moments here and there to read a book. And that book made me come up with the title of this post and the point of this book: to remember the loves lost, good and bad.
The book in question that had most lasting impact was called I Almost Forgot About You by Terry McMillan. Now I’ve had a tortured relationship with Terry. When she’s on her books are wonderful. When she’s not then the books can be painful. I’ll admit to not reading her books much in the last few years but this seemed like it’d be worth the risk. So I checked it out of the library and got about 80 pages in before I had to return it–busy summer remember. I checked it out again on my kindle and finished it up in a blur. And then I got to writing. Nothing new of my own but letters to old lovers. I became Terry’s lead in real life and the plan was simple. Only write from the heart. Let the bitter stuff go and it may do absolutely nothing but lift the negative energy off of me that may linger. So I did it.