My fiance’s arrival conscripted my attention away from the horrors that diverted me from living.
I broke off that track and began traveling to the Bay Area. I went dancing and investigated “scenes.”
He was there for me as we creatively played across distances immeasurable by walking.
The light and love he shared with me gave me a rope by which to climb out of death’s chasm.
As we moved forward, our roles shifted and I took the lead. I became stronger and my talents expanded.
I tried to give back to him in the ways his nourishment had inspired me.
But, it seems they will say now that “this was not meant to be.”
Does it feel good to tear apart two people’s connection?
No one should be allowed such blasphemy!
(Almost a year now since I was with him.)
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