I love the way life plays out. I prayed for a Friend. I wished for a Friend. And I got it. I got it this time. And I got two. One stronger in the first place, but the other isn't too far behind.

I also love the way I always stressed the fact that the love I speak of is never romantic. Up until now, I never believed that anyone else could really feel like that. But it's true. If someone can care about me this much and love me this much without being in love, that's way fucking wicked amazing. So much I can't really describe it in words. Because I know that it's the closest thing I'll have to forever.

We don't speak of forever because that's illogical. Nothing lasts forever for one reason or another. People die and illusion with it or people change and the feeling fades. This won't fade, I don't think. Maybe it'll have its ups and downs and I'll cry like it's fading but I won't really think so underneath.

This has been a good trial. But it proved something to me that I would never give up for anything. Not for anything. I would die to save it and you know that I wouldn't die for anything. Because I love living and if you can find something to live for instead of dying for, then you've really got a handle on it all. But I live for this and I'll take it with me to heaven or hell or oblivion...wherever it is we all end up.

The great storm is over. At least for now. (I don't think I want the big storm to be over yet. Not yet. It's too good for that.)