She Loves Me. She Loves me Not. She loves me Again. Still. Be Still. She Loves Me!

    She loved me years ago. I know she did. I know that she did.

    She did! I know it.

    Time passes, I get lazy, I show weaknesses, I fail and I can be less than what I have planned, or hoped, or what was in store.

    She wonders. No wonder.

    Does she love me? Some times it is hard.

    Are there hopes stunted, hopes deferred, hopes blunted, hopes inerred?

    Yes.

    So we continue on.

    Hoping for the the best hopes.

    And hopefully love.