I ate lunch with Joyce. We are becoming inseparable friends. She made tomato sandwiches with my favorite Blue Plate mayonnaise. She told me she loved me once again in between bites as we sat at her kitchen table. I blushed and thanked her. It is good to know you are loved.
Joyce was stable today, along with me. We were both feeling well despite all odds against us. I didn't want to leave, but had left my cigarettes at home. I told her goodbye as I stepped outside in the cool fall air.
"Will I see you tonight?" she asked.
"You can count on it," I replied.
I gave her a hug, and walked on home to a glorious greeting by Maggie. Once again, It is nice to be loved.
I realize the comment section on the last post almost got out of hand. I don't delete comments and let everyone have their say. I wish people would keep in mind that I only share what I wish to share. You are only getting part of the whole picture. If I shared everything then it certainly would be embarrassing. Things were said behind the veil of anonymity that would never be said to my face, or in person.
I've done it too. I've made comments on The Homeless Guy that would make most mortal men shudder. Karma has a way of biting you in the ass! A lot of it had to do with how jealous I was of his way of life. I thought homelessness was preferable to my own way of living. I was jealous and lashed out.
EDIT: I've taken down anonymous comments. I don't want to read that drivel and I am sure you don't either. I can't count on the palm of my hand when an anonymous comment was positive so I took them down. Such comments will certainly take the wind out of your sails to say the least.