tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489868.post3932010363253944633..comments2023-04-06T04:47:39.474-04:00Comments on CheekierMeSly: Bursting Bubbles (and Forgiveness)CheekierMeSlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12142260712230852504noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489868.post-71273910377594376022007-04-05T00:08:00.000-04:002007-04-05T00:08:00.000-04:00Kristin: Sure, I saw her. But the after-class vi...Kristin: Sure, I saw her. But the after-class visits waned, and then school was over for the year. The summer was lost in the swim team, walking barefoot on the shell laden Tidewater asphault, and play. She stayed a sub, and I saw her upon occasion.<BR/><BR/>How sad for your friend. To become really known - as much as we can get out of our own way and let someone know us - that's life's point. To know, be known, and to love.<BR/><BR/>That is this moist robot's current take, anyway.CheekierMeSlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12142260712230852504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489868.post-37984733817104049142007-04-04T20:51:00.000-04:002007-04-04T20:51:00.000-04:00But, but, but . . . didn't you ever see her again?...But, but, but . . . didn't you ever see her again? <BR/><BR/>"We seem shiny and new and perfect at first, but we eventually become known." I have a close friend who struggles with this every day. What he isn't introspective enough to understand is his real disappointment lies in the fact that *he* eventually becomes known. <BR/><BR/>You leave me thinking . . .country mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16869499487871646740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489868.post-24438826160433175902007-04-04T16:35:00.000-04:002007-04-04T16:35:00.000-04:00An excellent post! Very well said. I will add a ...An excellent post! Very well said. I will add a link to this one!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14292888400812999160noreply@blogger.com