Long ago I started walking the path of life. At first the path was straight and narrow, and very sparse. As I grew older, the path grew wider, and began crossing with other paths. I continued walking, but something was missing. Then, a path merged with mine. Another traveler began a journey with me. We walked together, our strides right in rhythm. But after time, our cadence became different, and I still knew something was missing. Our gaits were no longer together, and the other traveler began to drift further and further away. Finally our paths separated. I was again walking alone the path of life. Soon, my road became narrow, and the sky grew dark. Storms raged and the sun began to disappear. I was soon engulfed in total darkness. I cried out, but no one was there. Suddenly, a hand reached out for me in the dark. It grabbed me and pulled me along. It held me up when I could no longer walk. It supported me and made me feel calm. A ray of light broke through the black, and I could see the figure that had helped in my hour of need. The figure of a woman. In the dark, I had not seen that her path had merged into mine, and we were now walking together. She had become my support, and she had lifted me from the depths of the darkness. I no longer felt that something was missing. I felt that the missing piece of myself was found. My soul was now whole. We walk now hand in hand, supporting each other, and sharing a common journey. As I look onto the horizon, I can now see that our paths are no longer overlapping, but have become one in the same. <P>I love you<BR>