I'm not sure, but I think that I don't need to explain myself. We all interact in this life, and we all learn from each other. I have come in contact with some great people, and then some others. I enjoy the effect people have on my life when it's good, but I still learn from the bad. I might write in a script, coded by letters, but to me I let out my heart's and mind's thoughts, yearnings, cries, and joys. I don't know what to say to you except that I'm happy for you, or at least trying to be. Somewhere soul-deep down I still feel that we shouldn't have gone wrong, but stayed right. But trees sprout leaves in the spring; I still water my plants. I see the signs along the road I'm traveling and try my best to read them.