I remember about a month after the bomb. I had spoken to the SG on the phone, and asked him if he loved me. He said yes, but...blah blah blah. The following Monday we got togther for a meeting, and I had all these wonderful ideas for how we could really make sure that the lack of communication didn't happen again. After hearing him take back the fact that he loved me, I told him "fight for me. Fight for us!"

He said no.

Even thinking about this breaks my heart, but also makes me laugh a little. I went out and bought colored posterboard and made this sign that said NOW...with the idea that if something was going that wrong and one of us held up the sign, the other would know that it was serious. That was a good friend's suggestion.

Even after, he told me he was still in love with me for six months. But he had made up his mind, and wasn't going to work on it. And he just walked away.

He gave up too. Without even trying.

Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..