Patterns. Part II

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I... thought.

Ended up here.

The truths of the past, or to now.  Isn't there more?

I'm... not just this, or that, either.  And, yet... I... am... precisely what I am?

Who... I am?

Someone dropped a care bundle.  Also from the past?  But... with hopes for more of a future?  A... good future?  Well, as... good as they get?

Sure.  I've sinned.  And... often with a grin.

And I probably will again.  And, yet, I... think... things might still turn out.  This time, to find a keeper.  Helped make eight, but didn't get to be a party to their lives, those that made it, the ones I know about.  Would... like, this time, to... be more than biology.  I know how to do it wrongly, have been coming around to doing it rightly.  Have things... to teach.  Would like the chance.

And, with all the patterns, I'm... seeing possibilities.  But the dreams are killing me, in some ways.  Then again, that's... what women do, to men who can see.  Or... whatever some of us are.  Hmm... women?  Women!  Women.  *sigh*  No running this time?  Well, not alone?  *shark grin*

Yes, they... are back on my mind.  And I don't mind the pain.

Will she know what she is getting into?

I do.  I do.