It finally happened. I never imagined I would actually be in his arms again, in the same bed with him, making love to me. I've never smiled so much in my life as I am at this very moment.

He left my hotel room early in the morning. At the hospital I asked him if something was wrong. He says no. Was it just a moment of weakness? Was it? We're okay, aren't we? Why do I question?

Maybe, I'm afraid somehow this won't last. I'll take this one day at a time. I not only love him, but I've fallen in love all over again. When I look on back to yesteryear, it was always him I've love, no one else. I want to just shout it out, hoping what I feel for him is exactly what he feels for me. Hoping this time, it will be for keeps.

It's written all over my face. No one should be without love. Tonight I'll tell him, "welcome to my world".

"Won't you come right in."