Each time you take me back though, it gets rid of that fear.I like your ‘goodness’ sheltering me from the truth of who I am.
In truth, I hate the idea of you not being there, of you not still seeing potential in me.
If you, who’s gorgeous, loving, kind, generous, empathetic to a fault, clever, and the list goes on, is no longer prepared to give me the time of day, what does that say about me?
Johnson again opened fire, causing the police to hurl in explosives which blew the cabin apart.
Rather than himself also being in pieces, Johnson emerged from a foxhole under the cabin and blasted back with his rifle.
They embedded radio into another new tactic – the airplane. On February 14, May spotted Johnson on the Eagle River in the Yukon Territory, confirming Johnson had traveled an incredible 150 miles, crossing a 7,000-foot mountain pass in white-out conditions, in temperatures with windchill hitting 60 below Fahrenheit.
He’d eluded his trackers by wearing snowshoes backward and mingling with migrating caribou herds., 1932.
I keep dangling getting back together ‘for good’ and so when I crash and burn, yet again, you wonder where you botched things up.
You didn’t, unless you count taking me back in the first place…
A 14-hour standoff, in -40F temperatures, took place until the posse backed-off to Aklavik for more help.
A severe blizzard delayed the return, but on January 14, 1932, a huge squad of police and civilians arrived to find Albert Johnson long gone.
I like knowing that someone like you wants to be with someone like me, even though I also know that I can’t give you what you want.