Email to: Sefton, Amanda
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xp_communicationFrom: de Guzeman, Manuel
To: Sefton, Amanda
Subject: You have my sympathies.
It can't be easy for you, to have other people's triumphs celebrated loudly and publically when your own, equally-as-important triumphs pass without comment.
Don't lose sight of what you have accomplished just because that glowing ball of psi has been given a body back. Don't let the resentment, the jealousy eat you alive.
Please.
Manuel
PS - I know you've asked for your space, and I respect that, but I can guess that you'd probably not like to be alone tonight. If you want, I'm here for you. For whatever you might desire.
To: Sefton, Amanda
Subject: You have my sympathies.
It can't be easy for you, to have other people's triumphs celebrated loudly and publically when your own, equally-as-important triumphs pass without comment.
Don't lose sight of what you have accomplished just because that glowing ball of psi has been given a body back. Don't let the resentment, the jealousy eat you alive.
Please.
Manuel
PS - I know you've asked for your space, and I respect that, but I can guess that you'd probably not like to be alone tonight. If you want, I'm here for you. For whatever you might desire.
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Re: Subject: Let's pretend
Date: 2005-10-01 04:32 am (UTC)To: Sorgin
Subject: I can get behind that idea.
Door's open. Cider's in the fridge, and I've got food up here somewhere. You want to talk, or spend the night, or be taken to bed, or whatever you want, I'm up for.
You have some valid points, but that need you're referring to?
It's called being human.
I've never been in that situation - I always needed someone else to hide behind, to take the feelings away. Now I'm standing alone, and it's a much colder, lonelier existance. I'm still trying to find where the line is between being involved too much and not being involved at all.
I miss you terribly. Come home?Manuel
Subject: One night isn't giving up.
Date: 2005-10-01 04:45 am (UTC)From: [amanda]
No cider. It reminds me of Valentine's. Not really hungry either.
But I'd like to spend the night. I need to sleep, and I always could do that better with you. Just... nothing else, okay? I can't, not yet. Don't trust myself not to hurt you
more.A.
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Date: 2005-10-01 04:56 am (UTC)To: Amanda
Subject: Of course it's not.
Of course. Cider is banished, and while you're not hungry, I _am_. I hope you won't mind too much if I have a snack.
Give me some moments to straighten up.
Manuel