He was affectionate. More so than any one I've ever met. When we slept it was as one, his arms around me and always within the reach of my touch. He took care of me, and my friends. He made sure we were safe and taken care of. He promised my mother that he'd look over us and kept his promise perfectly.
My Mom hugged him on sight, rushing forward to meet the man who had flown 5,000 miles just to meet her daughter. She had pulled out the fine dinner dishes that we only use for Christmas and Thanksgiving, gave us permission to have our blown up pictures on the wall in the living room, and told Alex that he was welcome to stay in our house next time he came to visit. April was over and jumped up and ran over to meet him, Nick had organized a seperate dinner at the Great Wall to meet him. My Dad cooked ridiculous ribs at Aprils where we drank and ate and Alex played with Amber, my niece, who seemed to take a liking to him.
The great thing about Alex was that he didn't only fall more in love with me, he fell in love with Bay City. He was able to see what I saw in the city. The beauty and peace of the river and the greatness of the antique buildings and our attempts to make Bay City booming again. We saw so much wildlife even within the city and our visit to state park was perfect. I gave in to his begging to give me a piggy back ride, and there's no better peace than both of us breathing the same air. The same air I've been breathing since I was 10.
He was here and he was real. He is my other half and I've never felt stronger about that. I can see us starting to plan a wedding next year. Alex wants to get married at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac island. He said its only fair that if I'm moving to the UK that we have the wedding in America.
I didn't believe in God, until I found him
