Hello in New York. It's been almost a week since I left the states, and suddenly the sky seems blue again, and I can hear the birds singing. I'm writing this from Chrisy's front porch with Chrisy herself beside me, her arm around my shoulders, her face buried in my neck. You were right, Teresa. Chrisy and I were meant to be together. I don't know how I could ever have let her go.
Ellen says, "I told you so," but I think that she's still too young to understand exactly the emotions that were going around. She loves Ant, her boyfriend, and we're all happy for her. But she doesn't feel the same way about him that I do about Chrisy. It doesn't bother her so much that he's going to college in a totally different country.
I'm definitely happier than I've been in months, maybe even years, maybe ever. I hope you all are well, and that we can see eachother soon.