He Nods, As If To Acknowledge That

And Then There Is Our Personal History. Memories Only We Share. Things Not Another Living Soul Would Understand.

One More Chnce. Words That My Mother Heard, More Than Once. Words That Women Debate. Whether You Can Forgive And Whether You Should Trust. I Think Of All The Judgment From Society, Friends, And Family, The Overwhelming Consensus Seeming To Be That You Should Not Grant Someone Who Betrayed You A Second Chance. That You Should Do Everything You Can To Keep The Knife Out Of Your Back, And To Protect Your Heart And Pride. Cowards Give Second Chances. Fools Give Second Chances. And I Am No Coward, No Fool.

Buried Beneath Disappointment And Fear, Anger And Pride, I Just Might Find It In My Heart To Forgive.

Surely He Knows We Are All Watching. That I Am Watching. It Is Always That Way When You Are In A Group And Someone Decides To Go For A Swim Or Walk To The Water. The Ocean Is A Giant Stage. It Is Natural That The Others Watch, If Only For A Moment.

Whats Not To Love Is Hardly A Reason To Love. And The Catch Of Your Life Is Not The Same Thing As The Love Of Your Life. Be Careful Of That Subtle But Rather Crucial Distinction.