This is the next in a series of transcripts from my journal, written during the last year of Dave's life.
If I allow myself to love, I am without defense.
If I allow myself to love, I am without defense.
If I allow myself to love, I will be undone.
I will faint and wail and know pain to my very core. I am starting
to feel it already, in moments like hot lightening, like cruel
killing explosions that blot out everything else but blinding pain.
If I let myself love, I feel like I will not survive this.
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