In Montana for a while. Finally got my blogger straightened out as well. My ulcer is killing me slowly. Not eating for 3 weeks sucks, and throwing everything up sucks as well. I've lost 8 pounds.
Went to Edisto yesterday and got a 100 degree sunburn on my legs, stomach, and chest. I am, however, the darkest person in Missoula.
I love you, Miriam.

"True Love"
The end of a friendship
means the beginning of a long journey.
Friendship is something so strong
and yet so fragile.
I question it in every form
and how strong it is.
Yet my questioning has led to the end of it,
and to the beginning of a long journey.
I wonder of this journey
and question where it will lead me.
To what depths will I go,
or what heights.
During this journey I think
of the friendship I lost,
and the friend I cared for.
I begin the journey and I look
and see a reflection,
not of my own,
but that of my best friend,
Miriam.
Is this what I'm looking for again,
this exact person?
I wonder of this image
and why I see it.
I remember her exact words, when I knew she
needed to stop her suffering
"I don't know how I would react if you left"
those were my exact words,
and that of a true friend who cared.
Of a friend who cared
and cares but is too tired to care anymore.
After that, I thought of her
and only her,
and what she had put me through.
Then at that moment I knew
it wasn't right for her to put me through this all,
to make me go through what I'm going through
and my journey.
Here I am on a quest,
wondering where I can find as perfect as her.
Here I am,
hoping that one day she will complete her life's dream
and never forget about me
and the pain I had during the last of our friendship.
In this journey I see that reflection everyday
to remind me of what I thought
was a true friend,
who will never die in my heart no matter what may come,
and I pray everyday,
that this girl will know that I always
loved her and never stopped.