p.s. bryce & i loved each other. he's married now & lives in LA--he surfs longboards. let me know if you want to hook up with him--all 3 of you can go out there one day, maybe.
i told you i was waiting for him 100 times. you wouldn`t stay away from me, so i stayed away from you.
don`t forget that i`m a drummer, too--some things are things that we just do.
my grandparents stood by me waiting for me and him until i wrote to you... i kept my faith in finding your way back. maybe you can keep some faith for me. i can`t understand all of it on my own. talk to him please.
it became easier for me to try and convince myself it was you than to try and handle feeling that it couldn't be with him. i couldn't face it. i had a total breakdown after walk away.
i did see the ocean in you--we were standing at the front of the room when it happened, talking. i saw something awesome--but it wasn't for me, it was in you as his friend that i saw it.
too many things were true at the same time
between all of us
and i'm short on faith
and on patience
to my detriment
and i let go of my ancestors' rope to paddle out beside you for that one second to tell you that the part of me that's just me feels free with you there.
when it happened i saw the ocean.
sort of like it was with bryce, but just the waves, maybe the sound of the surf.
there are a couple guideposts i've gone by;
my religion and i guess the waves.
i learned to surf at bolinas. as nick about me. he asked me if i visualised a lot because i got out there--turnes out i surf goofy--and was up.
i guess i need new guideposts, DaMaRis.
or else i lost myself somewhere on that standing wave.