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Chapter 10: And Then, Your Views Change....


Immediately I was thrust into the protective boyfriend role. And you know what? I didn't mind one bit. If you think about it, I was already the protective male figure in her life. If anything were to happen to her, I was there to protect her. But it all changes when you are in love with the person. I would have done anything for Jack, I would have killed but I have to admit. There was a part of me, at first, that did not consider dying for her.

To kill was one thing. To die was another.

But once you fall in love, and you see that person in a new light...oh man...everything changes. I instantly thought of ways to keep her safe, more so then what I would have before. I kept her close, always at my side. I never left her for a second. I laugh now at the memories of her yelling at me, and hitting because she called me.."A sufficating blanket!" And then, after that statment, something would always be thrown in my direction. No particular object, just whatever she could pick up and hurl at my head.

Damn she's cute when she gets angry. *smiles*

I love that little firey temper she gets when she's pissed at me. I love it when she "forgives" me too. *winks* Anyway, I did things, I never thought I would in my life. I held her hand, walked along the water's edge, as the sun slowly set. I held her purse as she shopped around. Which, by the way, was not partuicuarly fun for me. Especially, when she was on her pink fetish. Me, with a pink, furry purse.

Shit...you know that's love....

As I trudged along the hetic day of my work life, all I could think about was Jack. This was new for me. I couldn't wait to go home, be greeted with a soft, hungry kiss and a warm hug. I longed to wrap my arms around her lean figure, and feel her body firmly pressed to mine. I need the closeness, the way we would sit on the leather sofa, legs and arms entwined with one another. Her head on my shoulder or chest. My head on top of hers. I loved the way her hair felt as I ran my fingers through it. The way her chest felt as it would rise and fall, as one with mine.

Now that's heaven on earth....

Heaven, a word I thought was fictional, with no real meaning behind it. A word that was made for people who needed something to believe it. But damn was I proven wrong. I know now, that there is a heaven, and that there is a God. How could there not be, when he gave me such a kind-hearted, beautiful woman as Jack? How could there not be a heaven and a God, when he brought my angel back to life, and into my heart and soul? He gave me the hope and strength to make her mine. He gave me the will to keep her alive and keep her safe always.

He has become my light, and mentor...

I heard this old song a while back by this country singer. I believe his first name started with a G. and his last name was Brooks or something. So to get to the point, the songs title was God's Greatest Gift. A line in the chorus was something like..."Some of God's greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers..." That could not be more true. I use to always tell myself that I did not want to be with another. That I always wanted to be on my own. As I look now. I don't know how I could ever have wanted to be alone.

Thank God for unanswered prayers...