Ron

In this time, we have known each other about 7 years, and have seen each other twice. Our bills for telephone calls between us could repay the national debt, and we spend hours and hours chatting on instant messenger. He has been my strength during my darkest hours, and I have protected him during the myriad times he has struggled to remain alive. Our feelings for each other transcend the highest of the high, and the deepest of the deep. And he is the one person on this earth that really knows the 'real me'.

We live in different worlds. He was raised in a very small town in northern New England, while I grew up in New York City. His talents in the physic world are truly incredible. Far different from my world, but very similar in many ways. He will not tell me what will happen in my life, and I respect him for that. He will only say that I shouldn't worry -- I will be fine.

He is an imposing man, somewhere around 6'3" tall, and the only way I could describe him is 'lanky'. Not thin, by any means, but not big either. He gives the impression of being well educated but, in truth, my education was longer than his. He has the 'street smarts' that are needed to get along in this world. His sound of his voice can be very soothing, and he is a very private person. Yet he has shared with me some of his very personal secrets. Those secrets will not be repeated here since they are his secrets and are not for me to divulge. Suffice it to say that he is the person that he is because of things that he has done, or lived through. He has come to terms with himself, and keeps me on the 'straight and narrow' as I follow the path I have chosen. As you will recall, I mentioned him previously in my blogs. He is the one who showed me the paths I could choose from, and regressed me so that I could find my past.

He is one of my 'shoulders to cry on', and always shows me the brighter side of what is happening. He makes me laugh at times when I do not feel like laughing. I once asked him why he did that. Simply put, he loves the sound of my laughter.

Our conversations touch on many, many subjects. And we teach each other and learn from one another. I am his 'sweetness'; he is my 'sweet'. I am so grateful for him -- for his presence in my life, for his understanding, for his kindness, for his respect, and for his love.

Mwah, Ron.