Dearest Journal

... how I got to this place, with these great people by my side and a repetoire of unforgettable memories. Those times of weakness, vulnerability, pain, failure, were all for this moment. I made it in spite of so much doubt. I grew in spite of my urges to look over my should and search for you. Heck, now I can look forward and see you, and not die from the emotional turmoil. This is where I want to be.

Now, I cannot leave.