I wonder how it got so bad. You lied to me in the worst of time, in the most aweful way. You should have told me what you have done before I moved out here so I could determine whether to move out here or not. You were a coward. And because of that, you did not respect me. You took choice away from me. I now am couch surfing from friend to friend. You took independence away from me. But I rather live the way that I am now than do depend on someone like you. Afterall, something positive did come from all this.


Gil came into the picture in the nick of time. From one extreme, one can say he saved my life. In a sense that when I was giving up hope in people, giving up faith in the world, and giving up on myself; he showed me that hope is not gone, faith can be preserved and not to foresake myself. He showed me that there is genuine hope, faith, concern, understanding and above all: love that still exists out there. He have taken my hand and provided all that to me in such a short amount of time. All simply by holding my hands in and out of behind closed doors, he gives me affection, he travels all the way to my work to have lunch with me on his days off, he opens doors for me, he cooks for me, he writes sweet letter and drives all the way out to my work to give it to me because he wants to cheer me up from a bad day, willing to try things he doesn't like with me, and just knowing and providing what I need. He showed me that the dream of getting married and having a family can happen. The dream that slowly died a slow death with you. He's everything that you, or anybody, is not.


We all have out own destinations and I'm moving on to mine.