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I don't know. There's no pain. I love him. I can't help it. I know now that we are meant for each other. Only I will love him. And only he will love me. And thank her for me, because she's really the reason, I've stopped hating him, and don't feel the hurt anymore. I think I realize now, that he and I are forever. And we will start our life again, the second I get off that plane at 2:35pm, January 6th, 2003.

I know he'll never read this...but I hope to God he will, because it really is eating away at me...  Yes, I sound stupid now, I know...

This is a special poem, written for someone who no longer is.  I'm sure that if he ever reads it, he's be pissed, but oh well!

2002 

Jesus' Healing of the paralytic man.