"Give me a good drink, a good woman, and a good mountain." -Ian's Profile

What is there to say as I blink back tears except that I love Ian? I do, I love him.

I had him. He was mine. I was his. . . and now I. . .

I just love him and I really hurt right now.

Every other time I have hurt in the last two years Ian has been there to give me a hug or comfort me, and I have never hurt this bad before. Maybe that's why it hurts so bad, because I cannot even talk to him about anything. I am just shut out. . .

I hope he is happy, I really in truly hope he is. I'm not, I'm not at all. And now I am crying.

I just love him.