Dear God. I prayed and prayed and prayed. But I WILL continue to "dip" till I hit the 7th. I will not give up. I have faith.

You would think as the saying goes... "time heals all wounds", that this would be accurate.

But why does it seem that the wound would only be closed is if the knife was re-entered into the opening that never closed. And just.... left there, for the one particular stronghold to mend it slowly back together.

Maybe time does heal... maybe the deepest desires of my heart still exsist 3 years ago. Maybe there are unanswered questions as to why things happened the way they did. But conversations as to which they would be maturely resolved, rebuilt, and strengthened to strongest of structures. To the strongest of foundations. To where absolutely not even the faintest of fears or concerns could ever enter again.

Maybe it's just a girls dream. A girls fairy-tale. A girls fantasy.

This would be mine.

Maybe one day. He will come home.