Dear Diary,
As I sit near the window in my room, feeling the breeze as it drifts in carrying the scent of honeysuckle and rose, my mind moves in many different directions. I almost lost William yesterday, and still I am uncertain as to what came over him. He refuses to talk about it, refuses to tell me why he tried to send me away. Perhaps I will have to ask the Lord General, if anyone would know, I am certain it would be him.
Although, regardless of what happened yesterday, and what almost happened, I find that I cannot regret the events that transpired. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason, and it seems that we needed to be pushed to the limit so we could see what has been in front of us all along. I thought for sure, as I stared down my would be killer, that I was facing my last moments on this Earth, and still, my thoughts were of him. When I heard his voice, when I saw him coming for me, my heart soared.
And then he stayed the night with me. Even if he slept above the bedspread, he was still with me. It was his arms that I fell asleep in last night, and his arms that I awoke in this morning. At first, when the dim rays of the rising sun cast their light into the room, I was certain that I had been dreaming. Certain that when I opened my eyes, I would find myself alone in my bed – or worse, that I would find that I had indeed died.
No, I cannot regret what has happened during our journey. For every step we have taken has brought us together.