tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083339884431413462011-07-07T18:46:07.869-07:00Blake Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01619266498126589789noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608333988443141346.post-36972919724852534292009-06-04T18:01:00.000-07:002009-06-04T23:35:06.830-07:00"You have your wrongs and I'll never know them. But I forgive you, if that means anything. I once told my girlfriend I loved her. I held my best friend's girl in a drive-in. I left the cat outside during a record heatwave. I told my mother we will all be made whole in heaven. I asked to sleep and not wake up. I sent a chain-text.<br /><br />Like your's, these mean nothing now. But I'd like to thank you for all that, and especially for all I know you've done. I've felt it:<br /><br /><em>'They're playing love songs on your radio tonight. I don't get those songs on mine.'</em><br /><em></em><br />Could I guarantee you hearing your love flow back to you?<br /><br />No, I can't.<br /><br />But it does."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/608333988443141346-3697291972485253429?l=histruestfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blake Glasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01619266498126589789noreply@blogger.com0