Epilogue

I compare your love to a sacred stone, radiating blue and silver light, a symbol of courage and hope. You have offered this courage and this hope to me for as long as I can remember. But it was not until I had lived through my darkest days that I finally understood what it meant.

There is no such thing as a life without suffering, a life untouched by hardship, or by the hand of evil, wherever it may be waiting to strike. For years, I believed that I had simply seen too much of the world. But you, my beautiful love, have shown me the truth; that I have not seen nearly enough.

Maybe there is something to this whole writing thing.

I think it might have saved my life.