prophets and priests.
2005-02-27 @ 10:58 p.m.

To be loved. To be trusted. Though my failure cost my lover everything. I am loved, by a father, who has loved the child His son has died to save.

Tonight was really nice. Keith came to church and we had coffee and cigarettes together afterwards. That was church too. I also received several notes from a young man who frequents my coffee shop:

#1. Someone should sing of your beauty.

#2. You are everything I never knew I always wanted.

A gentlemen leaves one of the booths between myself and this young man.

#3. Now all that's left between us is two booths.

Keith returns a note which reads, "And her marriage."

#4. Some people wait a lifetime for moments like these.

#5. The gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, which too ultimately here did scorn the earth. Good-Bye.

Pause.

#6. YOUR ENGAGED? THATS NOT MARRIED. (seriously. Goodbye for real this time.)

we contemplate writing back, explaining that NOW all that's between us is two booths and his grammar.

#7.THIS SONG IS FOR YOU. (maroone five is playing. i am shocked, and perhaps injured.)

#8.Today I saved kittens small children and baby chicks from certain death.

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