What can one do when swooned by the sun-kissed lips of love? I have been with my best friend, lover, and potential future husband for half a year now. Though when consistant betryals and mistrust ensue how can I not feel like a fool for staying? Though in my soul I feel as though leaving would be akin to my own personal crucifixtion. The love I share for my mate runs heavily within my veins. Though four cases of deception within the past four months has caused any trust I invested in him to wither away. Now he has to work for it. To earn it back. Love is nothing without mutual devotion and in a sense it may no longer be love at all. Though I stay and shall continue to stick by my mate's side despite the trials and tribulations. I pray our dreams do not die as we age. Dreams of a full and flourishing life together which I can only hold in my meditations. Dreams of his child, our child, and a new child of ours. Dreams of a house in the country outside of Pittsburgh, PA; land of smog and steel.