I'm glad to communicate any way you like. But dying gracefully if it's meant to die is for Library stories, not your life. That flame ain't going away, Rebel, even if you wish it would. And you don't want it to. Not when it's so, so hot and burn-y.
Harsh Master got a big smile and giggle out of me yesterday. He said, "To catch a prince, you've got to kiss a lot of frogs." Maybe you and he are right but right now I'm just scared of dipping my big toe in the pond. That flame you were referring to sure is sputtering and gasping because it doesn't want to be stomped out. It would rather die gracefully than with so much pain if it's meant to die. All I know for sure is that all my fucking princes sure seem to turn back into frogs. I can communicate this way for some crazy reason.
Dixie Lass, I think that flame, once it has drawn its first, feeble breath, will not be extinguished no matter what you do. Bank your fires, DL, and keep warm. Someone will be around to fan the flames.
Re your VM: It was more of an acknowledgement of something I had suddenly come to understand, for a brief, transient, fatal moment. It looks like it's not meant to be for me, though, and I must extinguish the spark, the small flame, what ever was there. You have shared yours with me, with all of us, and I wanted to share mine with you, even if it was so fleeting it barely ever took its first breath. DIXIE
Thanks for the VM, Dixie Lass, and for the post. You sure picked an interesting point to cheer about. Is that a hint, hm?
Loved the second installment. Left you a post. DIXIE
Thanks so much, Dixie Lass. I would be honored to have you as a friend.
Was impressed by your post of 10/31. Sent you a friend's invite just because I like to have intelligent, thoughtful friends. I wish you the best in finding what you are seeking. DIXIE