I sat there crying. Helpless. Mourning for the life that could have been. Fly to London, win gold medals, live the life of victory that I had strived for since I could remember. The life I starved myself for. And it's all gone. One silly mistake- my dream is over. Faded into the depths of my heart to stay with me forever, never accomplished. Engraved into me. Vanished. Disappeared. The dream that used to be running through my veins. Too bad I can't remember when that silly mistake had happened. Not that it matters- it'll still be over. The perfect girl who had finally reached that level of perfection; the USA's best chance of individual gold. I stand up and look in the mirror. Lift my vest to show my tight stomach. I think of the real cause of my anorexia; not the sport, or my parents. I'm just weak. I sit back down; loathing myself.

And then I hear his voice; the voice that turned all my senses to dust. He turned my world upside-down. Taught me how to live. Really live. Then betrayed me, because after a while, they all do. They just can't stand the girl whose life falls neatly onto her lap. Little do they know that this life is a curse upon anyone. I look up, and there he is. Be strong, Kaylie. Those bright eyes, broad shoulders, apologetic expression. He could mesmerize any girl. Like he did to me. But he said that I was real. Not this time. My dream was real- not anymore. I don't need him- not like the times when that disease had grasped at all corners of my life. I want him though. He says he's sorry. And I want nothing more than to run into those warm muscular arms; let him protect me, like he has always done. Say to him that I love him. But I don't. I put on my tough-girl act. Release a snide comment that usually strikes people where they hurt most. Not even a blink- he just stands there staring into the depths of my soul- I let out a quiet whimper as I feel myself beginning to crumble. He hears- always does. My walls come down; my exterior melts away. And he sees me; a person that only about 5 people in this world have seen. Weak Kaylie. But he wishes me luck and begins to walk away. I shout that I won't need it- as I'm not going to trials. He turns around, expecting another reckless idea that he would have to explain to me not to do. He'd have to save the day again. I explain. And within seconds' he's at my side- comforting me, shielding me, protecting me from the harshness of the world. He tells me that anything can happen- even miracles. Like a gymnastics' playboy and an uptight good girl can fall in love. Understand each other. He makes the miracles happen. And I realise, as we're sitting and talking- as friends- that he will be mine again. I will make him. Because Kaylie Cruz can be stubborn, and she will get what she wants. I will have this one joy in my world. Because I love him. And I don't deny it.

And then the phone rings. Its coach Macintyre.

He's done it again. Came into my life, making everything right. And I wonder why I ever doubted him in the first place.