My love, my life, is back on track. The derailment was traumatic, but strangely necessary in some ways. When all is said and done, though, no matter what problems I have with myself or my lover, I'd rather work through the worst of it all with just this one man. Like all human beings we are fucked up in some ways, and learning, and then learning we don't know as much as we thought we did. My biggest mistake was involving others in my situation - whether it was to vent, seek comfort or validation, or to hold on to someone else right away when what I really needed was to take some time to myself and start fresh with a clear head, be it with Fish or someone else down the line. But really, since we began hanging out again, It was strikingly clear, from the tips of my toes to the bottom of my soul, that there was no other man for me.
Don't worry, I won't forget about the Calendar, the magazine, Mexico, or my friends. But also, don't doubt the fact that besides my little sister's health and well-being... this man, this relationship, and our mutual goals are more important than anything in the world to me.