dead or alive?

a bit of both, really - on its last flower of three (here's the first), so a little tired now, but it's still pretty.

---------

< i hate to fight with you, but i never know if we're on the same page about anything cos we get so little time to talk, so i get antsy and start the vicious circle again... you're such a star in so many ways (you remembered about dexter, which i haven't mentioned since, oh, september?) and yet i still get so frustrated by your other ways... my bad, yes, but i need to know you understand where i'm coming from, even if you think it's insane (and feel free to think it's insane, that's ok, i won't complain. it is insane, i realise that). it's still me, after all, and that used to be good enough for you - you'd shrug and smile and chalk it up to the insanity of me and hug me anyway.

i once said if there's something there to be salvaged that you should salvage it - it seems that you did. but i hope you think there's something here to salvage too and that you'll come and salvage it one day. no, it's not going to be the same as it was before, but there's new good things to be discovered, i'm sure of it. >