How can three. . .little . . .simple. . .words cause so much anguish and pain. Come on, how hard can it be to get around three little simple words? Hidden inside this world of darkness, door locked, key on the outside, self imposed exile from happiness because of three little simple words. Will the beginning be the end? Will there be a day when everything will be a open book, where everyone will already know the ending of the story without ever having read the last line in the Book of Stephen? Will there ever be a day, my life will be an open pair of jeans, everything bared for the world to see?
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In due time...when you are ready...you will be able to bare all to the world...when YOU are ready...Happy St Patrick's Day!!!
Oh well, the picture is upbeat, anyway. It certainly gives me happy thoughts!
Have a great weekend.
Hold on to hope, my friend, and always keep room for love.
and GREAT picture.
All the best,
My friend, I know this post comes from the depth of your being. My sincerest hope, wish and belief for you is that, that day will come. You deserve it.
Stephen... hang in there my friend... there IS someone one out there for all of us... and ANY MAN who gets you will be one VERY LUCKY guy - what a catch you are buddy - articulate, cleaver, intelligent, sensitive and just an all around nice guy. I have NEVER heard you say anything negative about anyone - here or in any of the comments that you leave...
If you were in Florida, you WOULD have a stalker my dear...
By chance I stumbled across your blog and this post. I wanted to cry. It's as if you're describing me! I had to go back to your previous posts and read them all. More tears. I'm wearing the mask you're wearing - the path I've chosen. Or did I? So, in a very obscure way you are not alone. One day I will get the key to my door. You will get your key. And we will both be happy. Lots of love. P from SA
hot pic. nice post too.
Three simple little words from Stephen: Love You Guys!
big hugs going out to you, the big hairy ones.
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