Mrs. Liz Evans
I've been married for two now and this is my first journal entry since I sent my last journal to my father, explaining what had been going on over the past years. Michael got me this new one for my birthday last month but I have been so busy that I haven't had much time to write. So much has happened in the last few months that I don't even know where to really begin but I have the whole day off today so I'll start as close to the beginning as possible.
Leaving Roswell and not even getting the true opportunity to graduate was really disappointing. I had worked hard for so many years for that day to come and it was ruined by none of other than the federal government. Of course only bureaucrats would think that capturing teenage aliens is more important that a high school graduation. They had all left together, everyone except for Jesse. Isabelle wanted him to be safe so she left with us, leaving him in Roswell. We traveled across the United States to where we are now, figuring this would be the perfect place to settle down, New York.
When we first got here, the first thing we did was sell the van for as much as we could. Michael and Max decided it was smarter to split the money four ways, which didn't make sense to me at first. Then Michael explained that he knew Maria would be with him and that I would stay with Max, making it a little easier to share the money. It made sense and even though I could see Maria itching to argue with his logic, I got her to leave it alone. Regardless, what little money we could get was close to nothing. We were all left with $200 each. We had no place to live, a little food left and we were really tired. Max called his parents to ask if they thought their friends would mind a few borders for a few weeks. They didn't and we were lucky enough to have found someplace to stay for a few weeks, although Steve and Sarah, the Evans' friends, said we could stay as long as we needed to. We called the Evans' again one more time before our lives were able to really start. Max asked his parents had they sent him a diploma stating that he had graduated. He asked them to find out about the rest of us as well. It turned out that despite our cut and run we had all graduated and had diplomas at home.
Isabelle was the first one of us to find a job. She was working as a Department manager in a department store that I had never heard of in my life. All I know is that she wears the most awesome clothes and gets paid very well because she paid the rent on the apartment we moved into. Max, Maria, Kyle, Michael and I were all still looking for jobs so we all stayed rent-free for two months. I finally got a job working at a magazine as an Assistant Editor. I helped Maria get a job at the magazine. Before we knew it, we all had enough to move out, leaving Isabelle in peace.
Max and I lived together for two months before it really hit us that we were married. We had gotten married as we passed through Kentucky. I'm sure that if we had known it would take so long to drive across the country, we would have flown, or something. The reason I remember how long it took for us to begin acting like a married couple was one day when he looked at me across the dining table in our apartment. He took my hand in his and looked at it for a minute, then looked at me. He stated that I needed a ring. I had even forgotten we were married, upsetting him immensely. He didn't speak to me for three hours. When he finally did, he dragged me out to the jewelers to pick out ring. I tried convincing him that I wanted him to pick it out for me but he insisted. My ring is absolutely gorgeous and it never leaves my finger. I'm supposed to be going out today to get him a wedding band. He has no idea and I want it to be a surprise.
Ever since we got the ring, life has been so different. We are like this real married couple. We kiss each other good-bye in the morning and make love every night. I'd like to write details but I might need to share this later on and I'd prefer to keep it rated G.
We've been talking about kids. We talked about it just last night after we made love. We want kids but we know that right now is not necessarily the best time. I could see the sadness in his eyes as we talked about it. I know Max worries about his son all the time. I know he wonders if he's in a good home with lots of love. I'm sure of it and I tell him every time I see that look. It practically breaks my heart. I'm not really ready to be a mother yet but if he had wanted to keep Zan, I would have helped him take care of him because his mother sacrificed her life for mine. I owed her that much. It would probably have been a far more interesting trip cross-country with a baby. I could only see Michael having a fit over baby bottles and stinky diapers.
I haven't mentioned anything to Max recently about the powers that had started to surface over a year ago. They increased after Tess's death and seem to keep increasing. I don't know what to make of it and I try to talk to Maria about it but she is so unfocused on anything I have to say. I keep trying to pretend nothing is happening but things just happen if I think about them. Last week, we were crossing the street coming home from a night out and I saw a car about to run the red light. There were so many cars that I knew the accident would be horrible. I just thought about the car stopping and the next thing I knew the car was stopped at the white line. It was going so fast that it was impossible for the car to stop so easily but it stopped. I saw a faint green glow look like it was holding the car back and then it disappeared. Max just looked at me saying nothing. I don't know if he knew I had done something, he never said anything.
Now my hand is cramped so I'll stop for now. I can't believe I really missed being able to do this but I did. I also noticed though that I don't need to do this every day anymore. I don't need to chronicle my life anymore because it's just happening and Max is helping me chronicle it by buying me small gifts and making everything so memorable. I am looking at this ring and realizing what it really means to be a happily married woman. If the rest of life is better than this, I can't wait.
Max
She married me, making me the happiest man alive but I would have taken her name if I could. I would want people to know that I belong to her. I did from the very first time I saw her so I guess that means I believe in love at first sight. When I healed her, and I got so many of her memories, I was in awe. She was this bright light in darkness for me. I had never met someone like her before and I knew I never would.
Learning my past and my anticipated future over the years would probably have made me someone that I wouldn't have even recognized if I didn't have her in my life. There are no words to express how much I love her, how much I need her, the only ones I use are I love you. I tell her everyday, in morning, when I come home from work, before bed, at dinner, at breakfast and she laughs at me. She smiles that absolutely gorgeous grin and says, 'I know' every time. I know she misses her family and I try to be her family for her but I can't. I'm her husband and one day the father of her children but she needs her family.
She doesn't know that I hear her crying sometimes at night. I know that it's all been so hard for her. I know I didn't make it easy, being so intense about our relationship but I couldn't breathe without her. It was like drowning forever when I decided to give her space. It was the hardest decision I had ever made, just like I know the hardest one she made was leaving Roswell with me. I just hope that for the rest of my life I can help her to see that I appreciate it and her more than she could ever know.
I'm putting together this scrapbook of pictures and things for her. I have wedding pictures, pictures of her with Maria, Michael, Isabelle and Kyle. This note will go at the end and I have other ones to put with other moments in her life. I'm doing two, one for her and one to send to her family. I want to be a part of her life but that doesn't mean I want her life before me to be nonexistent. She's accepted my family; I just hope her family will accept mine. I just need to add this one last thing for the one I'm mailing.
Mr. Parker,
I know there isn't much you don't know about me, Michael and Isabelle because if I know Liz she documented every event that ever occurred from the moment we met.
Mr. Parker I saved your daughter's life for selfish reasons. I loved her without even knowing who she was. She smiled at me in the hall and I was done for. There was nothing anyone could have done to keep me from falling in love with her. I knew she was everything I would ever need before she spoke one word to me. That day at the Crash Down was to give me the opportunity to know if everything I was feeling was real.
High School was no the growing experience that most teenagers faced for me but Liz made it seem like it was. No matter what happened, she was there for me. When you sent her away, I thought I'd die inside. She told me it was her decision to leave, that you'd only suggested it and I couldn't stop loving her.
I promise that I will do the best I can to keep Liz happy and in that feat I'm offering the olive branch I knew you'd never expect. Our address is on the back of this letter. Please come and visit any time you like. I want Liz to have the family she deserves. I can't stand the tears she covers up for me so that I don't know how much she misses her family. Her friends might be here but growing up is hard and she's done so much already without you.
Enjoy the scrapbook. I know it's no compensation for missing your daughter's wedding but I hope it at least gives you some joy to know that she was a beautiful bride and on a normal day, she's pretty happy.
Max
I folded the letter after rereading it and stuck it in the box with the scrapbook. I picked up the box and went to the bedroom door. I looked at her sleeping form and couldn't resist the urge to kiss her so I gave her a light kiss on the cheek. I snapped a picture of her sleeping form before heading out to run a few errands, including mailing the box before I lost my nerve.