I finally got over the grief and horror. There's always a fear of leaving the house-going out of reach of him. I want to be there for the one's who love me most all the time...

A lot has happened since then. We've stayed strong.

My friends- they don't understand us. Well, maybe Mia and Peter (OC) understand- they're in love the same as Garet and I. Isaac doesn't understand, though. But it's ok.

There's been times when I've lost my cool- going in a blind rage over simple things that drive me crazy. One church meet was canceled- and that was the only chance for Garet and I to be together that busy week. It wasn't so much that I didn't see him, but that the church had LIED.

But... something bothered me MORE than the lies and the long days of separation. More than the misunderstandings and the lonleiness...

The enigma of a story that never met a final resolution.

I had wondered HOW a story could possibly end with "I'm not sure how it happened- but everything was normal again. "

Problems don't just disappear.

The shock of the cut had faded- but brokenhearts and lost minds don't just disappear suddenly...

I read to myself a poem... a poem posted by a dear friend.

And suddenly, all of my problems seemed so real again.