| | 15856 | | I'm in San Fran, and there is a girl here, a woman named Sara Jane. We were lovers for 11 years, but more than that we were friends. The only peace I can imagine would be hearing her voice, her real voice and not the voice in my head that plays little snippets of phrases and sentences. Tragically, we don't talk anymore, and I have no peace.
Sometimes I wonder if I will think about her for the rest of my life. I wonder if she will ever know. I wonder if she did, would she even care.
Could she so easily dismiss me that it might even amuse her?
The last thing I ever read that she wrote was "I know you want to be in touch. I do not. My feelings have changed." The email went on but I never read it. I read those words and I crumpled. I signed out and can't imagine going back. It would hurt too much. Hurts just thinking of it.
I found this site because her former email address, which she closed, was idivulge@ ... .com
She won't know, but now you do. I was in FLA at the time she shut it down, I emailed her there for about a year, hoping one day it would stick. That was over a year ago.
Thanks for reading.
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