Our relationship from before is certainly proof of that."But I've been trying to show you for the last two years that I *have* changed for the better,...and can give you the kind of love that you want and need... and that I *want* to give you that. I don't ask any favors; for that matter, I don't ask anything except for you to still care about me. And it doesn't seem to get through."Diane..." I paused again, not knowing what words to come up with. "Two years ago, I fell in love with you because. Then Erin onceagain said she was happy that Jenny knew what had happened and thatErin, or rather Brian, loved her and had missed her. Jenny said,?Well, I will have to wait to respond to that. I still find the wholestory impossible to believe.?Later in the morning, the neurologist came in and checked Erin overagain and said she could walk on her own now as long as she walkedslowly and carefully and could go home as long as she wouldn?t bealone this weekend. Erin called her mother and told her. It felt so incredibly beautiful to be inside you that way. Then came the blood. Maybe half a dozen thrusts into you. Blood. Not where you’d think it would come – no, bleeding from your pussy would have been too ordinary, and we could blame it on friction or a host of other things. It came out of your nose. Yes, I fucked you so hard, I made your nose bleed. Blood on the pillow. Blood on the sheets. Pull my cock out of your pussy and grab a box of tissues. How long did it take for the bleeding to. You married a few months later, and when your hitch was up you signed on with Delta, moved to Atlanta, started flying 727s. Sarah was soon pregnant, you bought a house, fixed up the baby’s room. Not long after that, you were fixing up that spare bedroom – the one that was going to be your ‘office’ (like you really needed an office), remember – for your second kid. It was all so easy. The forgetting. ___________________________ It started one night in the late eighties. The dreams. You were in.