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Well, listening to those lyrics it seems as if the guy is saying he is really into this particular girl but he just can't get his "*hit together" so to speak. Meaning he's spinning his wheels. Furthermore, he seems to know that if you can't get his "*hit together" it might mean he'll miss the boat.
For me though things were going great with Sandee as we moved into late May. As I wrote previously we had consecutive weeks of very enjoyable canoeing trips to our private island.
I had a lot to look forward to as we meandered toward Memorial Day. Unfortunately as I have written before holidays and affairs don't mix. I went on my way for Memorial Day toward a blazing hot and over-crowded family park and Sandee went home to visit family. I was a little nervous. It seemed every time she went home she came back emboldened to make a big change in her life. While I wanted her to make the changes that would make her happy the one very real change that was always an option was for her to move home (which would be about 3 hours away).
Right after Memorial Day weekend Sandee came down with a real bad cold that was really more than just a cold but it keep us apart another week+.
We e-mailed and texted over the week to stay in touch. I was concerned for her. Toward the end of the week Sandee sent me a note saying that she really needed to talk to me about some thoughts but it was painful to talk. That didn't sound good. I told her I could meet her tomorrow if she wanted or she could just send me her thoughts in an e-mail if she preferred.
I guess you have to be careful what you request sometimes.
I think I need to put an end to our secret rendezvous.Ok, Ryan. You said to write down my thoughts, so here they come.. This feels so cheesy
We've had some distance lately, and it's given me time to think about a lot of things. Specifically, I've really gotten away from what I believe in. I don't know how I came to be this person.
My marriage is not exactly fulfilling. I went down the wrong path, hoping to fill a void that was there. Then You showed up funny, silly and handsome, and made me feel happy and kind of safe, so I was selfish.
You've been wonderful to talk to, hang out with, and just enjoy feeling relaxed! I felt like I could call you a friend. I'm trying to gracefully step out of your life because I care and respect you enough as the genuinely good person that you are. I think you deserve a little better.
This isn't an easy decision. I will miss hanging out with you more than you know! But my conscience has been eating away at me. Im just not cut out for this.
Thank you for caring enough to hear me out. Sorry it was so long, and I wish I could verbally have told you this. You deserve more than an email, but I hope I've conveyed some of what I'm feeling in a way that makes sense.
All my best,
Suddenly I felt a Million Miles Away from all that had been so good these past few months.
Oh well, Nicholas Cage has a great line in that Valley Girl bar scene "it's the way we do things that makes the difference."
Unfortunately I was not so such what I should do?