March 14, 2006
Today was his birthday. He sent me a text, he called, I went to see him. I still have a deep fondness for him and felt a little of the old tenderness when he was near, but my system has been purged of the enveloping love that held me close for so long. He was never mine and the love I felt was always that of John Donne's undertaking, to keep that hid. It had a special beauty and opened a door to a new world, changing my life forever and for that, I shall always be silently, caressingly grateful.