<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891670790564828068</id><updated>2012-01-21T10:52:09.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891670790564828068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan Keith Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295649677875808477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_u-8bL4aO8Y/Tpy9MaP_GpI/AAAAAAAAADI/KcVgIQyZJ94/s220/DSCF4960photorya2.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891670790564828068.post-6529479337680181146</id><published>2011-11-26T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:41:05.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Heart II: A Healed Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Healing Heart II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;: A Healed Broken Heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes sat in his car seat as the Kia drove really fast down the street.&amp;nbsp; They were almost to the exit that led to the highway.&amp;nbsp; Annie reached to her radio to change the station and then smiled at Wes.&amp;nbsp; Wes smiled back and looked at her tattoos, which were mesmerizing. There was so much of her that he remembered from the barn dance and didn’t know where to start.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly they passed by the mountains and Wes’ mouth dropped.&amp;nbsp; He couldn’t believe how beautiful and amazing it was. Wes turned his head to look at Seilah and Haden who were quiet in their seats.&amp;nbsp; He smiled at them and they smiled back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They then made it back to Annie’s apartment and Wes looked around to see it was a beautiful day.&amp;nbsp; The apartment was dark inside because the drapes covered the windows. Wes turned on the light and looked around at the lived in apartment. Annie checked her messages and got on the phone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seilah was eating some chips, “I can open up my mouth really wide want to see?”&amp;nbsp; Wes watched Seilah opened her mouth and smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Seilah close your mouth, that’s gross,” said Annie while she continued to talk on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes continued to smile as the kids continued to entertain him, “do you want to play Connect Four or Candy Land?” asked Seilah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sure lets play Candy Land,” he answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wes remembered the game when he was a kid, but when Seilah pulled out the board game he saw that it was different and was a little disappointed.&amp;nbsp; He didn’t like changes, but realized changes were necessary to grow and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Annie got off the phone and saw that Wes was playing a board game with her kids. She walked over and sat down to observe. Everyone was laughing and having fun. Wes looked at her smiling and saw that she was looking dim, but a smile emerged while she looked at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Is everything ok?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Everything is fine,” she replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I was thinking that tomorrow we could go to Garden of the Gods,” she suggested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sounds cool,” replied Wes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The afternoon went into the evening of playing board games and Annie put the kids to bed.&amp;nbsp; They were alone and were eating her roast beef that she prepared when they got home.&amp;nbsp; It was so good Wes’s mouth began to water as soon as he saw the plate in front of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “This looks really good,” he complemented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Thanks,” she smiled and joined in the delicious food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Well,” she began as she finished her plate of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m exhausted from the day and I’m going to bed. You should probably go to bed early as well. Hiking on the trails can get exhausting and you’ll need all the sleep you can get,” she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes nodded his head understanding, “is it all right if I stay up to watch a little Television?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Sure, just keep the volume down,” Annie answered as she left to go to her room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes stayed up as he flipped through channels and couldn’t find anything interesting. He was thinking about Arrisa and wondered what he had done wrong. Arrisa was a girl he met on the internet and the relationship ended badly under a misunderstanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He turned off the television and turned to see the books on the shelf.&amp;nbsp; He rummaged through one particular book of unexplained mysterious. One mystery he read about was about cats born with wings.&amp;nbsp; As he read on, he found himself drifting asleep and slowly his eyes closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Wes walked around a desolate land filled with mountains. He looked up to see a large dark red sun and a red sky with no clouds.&amp;nbsp; He could see he was in a town where there was nobody around.&amp;nbsp; Red fire was on the buildings, but they weren’t burning. Wes became scared when he realized he was in hell and wondered when the demons would come out to kill him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After looking around he saw a black cat with wings of a raven hiss at him and then run into the gas station. Wes couldn’t believe what he was seeing and decided to walk into the gas stations to get a better look at the animal.&amp;nbsp; Then before he got in the door Arrisa walked outside to meet him. She looked weathered; her appearance was a mess from the pretty face he knew her as. When Wes knew her she was a beautiful blonde with brown eyes and a gorgeous smile that lit his life. As strange as it was to see her Wes saw beautiful white wings on her back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Wes I’m so glade you’re here!” she gasped with delight as she hugged him followed with a kiss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Arrisa, what are you doing here?” he asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “The devil took me away from my room. He locked me away in this hell until I serve him, please save me and take me with you!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes stopped hugging her and backed away while hearing strange screechy noises that sounded like birds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Don’t you love me?” she asked. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I did.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Will you save me,” she began crying. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t know how,” he answered. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Suddenly there was a huge shake in the land. Wes looked around and saw hundreds of demons creeping on the roof of the gas station. They looked like lizards cross bread with humans with horns on their heads, red skin and leather wings.&amp;nbsp; Wes backed away even more and saw them walking out from behind the life less cars and debris that was lying all over the ground.&amp;nbsp; Arrisa began screaming out his name while running out to him. Wes watched helplessly as five demons jumped on her and began ripping her body apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Wes save me! I love you!” she screamed her last breath and lied motionless as the demons feasted on her corpse. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes saw the creatures take notice of him and began walking towards him. He turned around to see he was surrounded by them and saw a large demon emerge from the crowd of thousands. The demon grabbed Wes, while opening his mouth to take a bite from his face. Wes watched in fright and let out a terrified scream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes woke up in a cold sweat and realized it was just a dream.&amp;nbsp; He took a deep breath as he saw the light was on and looked at the floor to see the book on the floor he was reading showed a picture of the cat with wings. What he couldn’t understand was why Arrisa was in his dream asking to be saved? Wes closed the book and shut off the light and laid on the couch, stared at the ceiling and waited for Annie to wake up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next morning Wes and Annie left for the Garden of the Gods.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful park with mountains and bike trails, walking trails and beautiful flowers. Seilah and Hayden were being baby sat by her mom and they were alone on a mountain having a picnic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re awfully quiet,” said Annie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wes turned his head from looking at the mountains ahead and smiled at her. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by talking about Arrisa or the nightmare. He wanted to make things work between them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I’m just enjoying the view. There’s a lot of beauty in Colorado,” he replied. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Are you thinking about moving here?” she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes looked around the landscape and realized for the first time he had a huge decision to make. He could have a life living in Colorado and potentially having a love affair with Annie or to remain in Wisconsin with the support of friends and family.&amp;nbsp; It was true that they talked on the phone everyday about this idea of getting together. It seemed imaginable to attain and wondered what it would be like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was a designer and artist working a dead end job at the newspaper in an economy that was in shambles.&amp;nbsp; Yet he continued to try and would keep trying until he would hit the success desired.&amp;nbsp; He was single with nothing holding him back from his dream.&amp;nbsp; Annie was divorced with two children and going to college. On the phone it was clear she was tied down with the responsibilities for her children and couldn’t leave Colorado even if she wanted to.&amp;nbsp; They lived opposite lifestyles, yet they could understand each other completely and accepted each others faults as well as their strengths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes turned his head and looked at her with a smile. “I was just thinking what else is out here?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Annie got up from sitting on the rock and sat next to him, “more trails, more adventure.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“I want to see more of this beautiful park,” he said as he watched a smile emerge on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Then let’s go before the sun sets,” she smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After four days of having absolute fun Wes could see a change come on to him as he realized he was learning something new.&amp;nbsp; They went on many other hikes and picnics together until they explored every passage.&amp;nbsp; Wes was sitting in his chair thinking about what to do. He was listening to a good song on the radio when suddenly Annie changed the radio station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I liked that song,” said Wes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Annie turned it back to the song on the radio station.&amp;nbsp; Wes continued in his train of thought as the music relaxed him to concentrate. Then as soon as the song was over she began channel surfing again and Wes looked at her puzzled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What?” she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Why do you do that?” he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “So I don’t miss a good song.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Yea, but you’re missing all the good songs that will come on next.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They drove through town and went inside little gift shops that had dragons, angels, fairies and crystals. It was a magical place and Wes could hear the soft angelic voice of Celtic music playing in the speakers. After walking around and making purchases they left to go to the park. Seilah and Haden played on the swings with Annie while Wes sat on the picnic table with a notebook. Ann turned around to see that he was writing something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What are you writing?” she smiled. Wes looked up at her and smiled, “it’s a short story I started.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “A short story, what is it about?” she asked as she sat down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s about vampires and angels,” he answered while looking at her. Her eyes turned away as though something was bothering her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What’s the matter?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “A lot of things are on my mind. I’m worried about certain things in my life,” she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Why?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “When you live a stressful life with difficult ex-husbands, social workers, the economy and a mom who looks the other way, you let me know how you feel.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes was quiet and felt her pain, suddenly before anything could be said Seilah interrupted, “can we go home now, I want to play Connect Four with Wes.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes, baby we’re leaving right now, but we have to stop off at the library.” &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “That’s great I have to check my email to,” replied Wes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes, but we can’t be in there long,” said Ann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Ok, how long were you thinking?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “A few minutes maybe ten minutes at the most,” she replied while getting up. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hayden, come on, it’s time to go.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wes got up and they got into the Kia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes began thinking about Annie and then Arrisa. A girl like Annie with a heart of gold and a beautiful soul could be loved well, but with a past of abuse as well as hurt. Could this work? Then of course there was Arrisa, the girl from the internet who was beautiful in every way with a life built around being devoted to her man. Arrisa was gone with only the memories, dreams and the sound of her voice. If Arrisa truly wanted him in her life she would have kept in contact. &amp;nbsp;Annie was right in front of her waiting for him and he had to do was embrace their relationship into romance. It seemed like a lot of work to be part of a woman life who was having a lot of problems. Wes closed his eyes and drifted asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Wes walked around the desolate land filled with mountains. He looked up to see a large dark red sun and a red sky with no clouds.&amp;nbsp; He could see he was in the same place where nobody was around.&amp;nbsp; Red fire was on the buildings, but they weren’t burning. Wes took a deep breath as a flutter of emotions took hold of him. He knew he was dreaming and began thinking of Arrisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After looking around and feeling lonely with sadness he saw a black cat with the wings of a raven hiss at him and then it ran into the gas station. Wes recognized it from before and followed it into the gas station to get a better look at it.&amp;nbsp; Then before he got in the door Arrisa walked outside to meet him. She looked the same as before; her appearance was a mess from the pretty face he knew her as.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When Wes knew her she was a beautiful blonde with brown eyes and a gorgeous smile that lit his life. As strange as it was to see her, Wes saw beautiful white wings on her back. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Wes I’m so glade you’re here!” she gasped with delight as she hugged him followed with a kiss. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Arrisa, what are you doing here?” he demanded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“The devil brought me here. He locked me up in this hell until I agree to serve him, please save me and take me with you!” Wes stopped hugging her and backed away as he looked at her and her eyes stare into his, then his chest. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes suddenly felt a huge pain in his chest and looked down to see blood spill out of his heart. Wes looked at Arrisa as she looked at him innocently and smiled at him. For some reason he could sense that she was apart of this. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “What’s going on with my heart?” he asked as he began gasping for air. Then Arrisa began to move closer to him as she licked her lips, “you are a good man and I want your heart.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Without warning someone attacked Arrisa with a crossbow. The person was dressed in tight leather with long black hair and black wings like a raven. The heroin looked like Annie and she looked at him as she fired her crossbow at Arrisa and then at the demons that emerged from behind the cars and gas station. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes felt weak and was lying on the ground and as he tried to get up he got a quick gesture from the dark stranger to be still. She looked at him with kindness and ripped the front part of his shirt where blood was coming out of his heart. He felt her tongue lick the wound and then her entire mouth suck the blood. It was a strange sensation and he kind of liked it because it didn’t hurt. He felt like he was healing. He opened his eyes and looked into hers and heard her voice, “everything is going to be ok.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes opened his eyes and realized that they were at the library. It seemed quick and easy to get from the mountains to town. They walked inside and right away Wes got on a computer that would allow you to be on there for fifteen minutes. As soon as he was finished he looked around for Annie and saw she got on the computer that lasted an hour. After waiting for what seemed to be twenty minutes he walked up to her station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Are we ready to go?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Yea just a minute, I’ve got to check my other messages.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes politely left and kept an eye on her kids until she was finished. They waited outside in the shade under a tree from the sun. Wes thought about the last four days of their conversation and then the dreams. He thought he knew what he wanted, but couldn’t be more confused than bringing up the idea to come down to visit and make things work. He could feel a strange repelling feeling from her when ever he got close. He couldn’t help, but feel he was being taken advantage of, but she was his friend. The channel surfing and tricking him out of spending more time on the internet was impolite. It was heading into a direction of being trapped, but he wanted to love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After an hour Annie walked out of the library and everyone joined together at the car to go home. They went cruising down the street and across the intersection while Annie channel surfed the radio from one song to the next. Wes could recognize the pattern of turning the dial on the stereo, which was like moving from one relationship to the next without thinking about the consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They arrived at her apartment and once again had to deal with the complete darkness. Right away Wes turned on the lights and Annie checked her messages. After watching TV and playing Connect Four with Seilah the day drew to a close.&amp;nbsp; Annie tucked the kids into bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was her birthday and they celebrated by having a few drinks and watching Twilight; New Moon. They even played the game, Twilight.&amp;nbsp; After a few hours they played music by George Michael and talked about how much fun they had together. &amp;nbsp; “Lets dance,” smiled Wes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t know, dancing for me is a sacred thing, its like having sex,” she replied. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As reluctant as she was he was able to move with her to the sound of George Michael. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t think you’re serious about moving out here,” she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Why?” he asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “My kids drive me crazy. I promise you that once you get back on that bus you’ll feel so relieved.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re kids can’t be that bad,” he answered as he suddenly felt a shift of hesitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I think you would be happier with someone else. If I was a guy I wouldn’t go out with me.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes held her close and felt her pain, it was an emotional pain deep down. &amp;nbsp;He turned his head and kissed her. She looked at him surprised as though trying to figure out why he did that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Why did you do that?” she asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes looked at her and then stopped dancing, realizing that she was living the same torment that he was. Broken hearts from relationships of the past that was making things difficult to move on. They read each others mind and knew what they wanted to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Annie turned off the lights in the living room and they both walked into her room. He held her close and kissed the back of her neck and felt her trembling. In his dream she rescued him from his pain and suffering by sucking the blood from the wound in his heart. He closed his eyes and felt her lips touch his neck. Her fingernails scratched his back and he ran his fingers through her beautiful black hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You’re an amazing woman,” he whispered, but all he got was a coy look in her eyes. He picked her up while walking to the bed to lie down together and they made out all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next morning Wes woke up on her bed and the blinds were up to reveal the sun.&amp;nbsp; It was an amazing change to take place and Wes looked around to see he was the only one by himself.&amp;nbsp; He saw her Twilight books on the shelf and remembered how interested she was in being a vampire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He walked outside her room to the living room and saw the kids watching television. The blinds on the windows were open and he saw, through the window, Annie outside. Her back was turned and it looked like she was in deep thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes began to walk across the living room to talk to her when he was stopped by Seilah, “want to play Connect Four?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Maybe latter,” he smiled as he walked outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hi,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Right away Annie turned her head and smiled at him, “hi.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I would like to thank you for having me come down to visit.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Life is full of lessons,” said Annie. Right away Wes had an idea for a saying that emerged in his mind. Love is more than a feeling, it’s a lesson to help you on your way. Annie had help free him from thinking about Arrisa and now he was ready to move on with his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was time for Wes to leave and Annie pulled up to the bus stop to&amp;nbsp; assist him by getting his stuff together. It seemed nostalgic because the vacation went so fast and they met each other for the first time in fifteen years. Wes hugged her and watched her get back into the car. The Kia took off and Wes was walked into the bus station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The bus pulled up and he got on, took a seat, pulled out a pencil and paper. He continued writing his short story, The Vampire and the Angel. He had the inspiration from Annie to finish it. Then he heard a familiar song from Amy Grant and began to laugh. He realized that fate was teaching him a lesson about life his life and his pen pal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Healing Heart II: A Healed Broken Heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Keith Johnson&lt;br /&gt;© Copy Right 2011 All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891670790564828068-6529479337680181146?l=loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/feeds/6529479337680181146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/2011/11/healing-heart-ii-healed-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891670790564828068/posts/default/6529479337680181146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891670790564828068/posts/default/6529479337680181146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/2011/11/healing-heart-ii-healed-broken-heart.html' title='Healing Heart II: A Healed Broken Heart'/><author><name>Ryan Keith Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295649677875808477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_u-8bL4aO8Y/Tpy9MaP_GpI/AAAAAAAAADI/KcVgIQyZJ94/s220/DSCF4960photorya2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891670790564828068.post-1221272814270925337</id><published>2009-09-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:44:16.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Heart: Love Is Frozen in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedicated to Kisus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It started with a phone call from Wes White to Ann Metoxen. He opened his heart after reading a lot of books about love and relationships that would help him work past his fears of rejection. The bus ride to Colorado was quiet and he looked at his watch to see it read 8:30pm. Memories flashed back about Annie of &amp;nbsp;when they first met as teenagers. He was fifteen and she just turned sixteen at a barn dance in Wisconsin. He remembered how they met those precious years ago and it was the beginning of their soulmate relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Wes sat in the chair and was busy drawing a heart with a sword stabbed into it. It was awesome and had flames springing from it with wings.&amp;nbsp; He was almost finished shading it when a friend of the family interrupted him &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hey Wes, there’s someone who’s interested in what you’re drawing,” said a feminine voice and shortly after that Wes looked up to see it was Linda, a friend of the family. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She directed him to the girl who was interested in his drawing.&amp;nbsp; She sat across the room and was looking at him. She had bold blue eyes and her hair was black, but partially dyed red.&amp;nbsp; There was something peculiar about her that gave him curiosity. Wes took his illustration and slid it back into his drawing book.&amp;nbsp; He could feel the attention directed towards him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The way to describe this girl was that she was like a rock, in a stream, that had been smoothed out with sharp edges.&amp;nbsp; The surface of her personality was so soft you could lay your face upon it, but if you turned it sideways you would cut yourself. Wes ignored his intuition and gathered his courage to visit. He walked over to her at the table and watched her look up at him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Hi, my name is Wes.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “My name is Ann,” she replied smiling. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;They continued to talk about their nationalities and the area of Wisconsin as well as the barn dance.&amp;nbsp; She didn’t know anybody in the area and was from Hawaii. Wes learned very quickly that she was quit a bit taller than him and was like an Amazonian. He looked up to her at 5’10 and thought she was a giant. She wasn’t, he was only 5’7’ and still growing.&amp;nbsp; They parted ways after the party, giving each other their address and a promise to write. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: .5in; margin-top: 0in; tab-stops: 175.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes smiled when the memory of when they first met. He didn’t realize that it was beginning to a dynamic friendship of soulmates. Now that he was on his way to visit Ann he wonder where it would lead. The bus ride continued to its destination and Wes smiled again as he remembered when they reunited as friends in Wisconsin a few years after the Barn Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was the summer of 1997 and he took a grey hound bus to visit her. He could still remember sitting in the bus station and seeing Linda and Ann walk in as if it was yesterday. Wes closed his eyes as he thought about the visit. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes sat in his chair and waited for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally after ten minutes he saw Linda and Ann. Ann looked completely different because she lost a lot of weight and her hair was grown past her shoulders, she looked beautiful. She kind of reminded him of Snow White because her skin was white as snow and her hair was black as night. Her blue eyes captivated his heart and made him wonder what her future plans were.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They said hello and took the ride back to Linda’s house. Ann was quiet in the car, but Linda kept talking about plans that she had for Wes and Ann. One of the plans was to go to the House on the Rock.&amp;nbsp; Wes sat in the back seat of the car and was looking at Ann’s long black hair. She had her nose pierced on the right side and was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every day there was something new to do together as friends. They walked up and down State Street by the capital to look in all the little gift shops. . One of the memorable moments Wes had was the movie, Species. Wes put his hand on hers and caressed it. It was warm and soft and there was little resistance to dispute. He was scared that she would slide her hand away from him, but she kept it on the arm of the chair and said nothing. It seemed that she liked it and touched his hand back a little bit. It was a lot of fun and Wes didn’t want it to end, but like all good things they come and go. Nothing lasts forever and he found himself back at the bus stop. He faced Ann to give her a hug good-bye. Giving Ann a hug felt nice and he could hear her heart beat as he touched her back. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes smiled with that happy flash back, but that was ten years ago and much has happened to his friend from Colorado. He did some exploring on his own on his path to romance and learned things the hard way. Ann got ahead of him and was going through her second divorce and had two kids. She was happier with the world she created and was looking forward to seeing him. Wes couldn’t understand why he waited so long to get together with her in the first place, but realized that whenever he was single she was seeing someone. Whenever she was single he was seeing someone. Something told him that there was something special about the two of them together and it was obvious, they were soulmates.&amp;nbsp; He read in a love book that the best romance comes from two people who have been friends for a long period of time.&amp;nbsp; The whole reason to come down to explore this opportunity was from the book he read at a book store. Was she his soulmate in a romantic sense? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A song emerged on the radio that was by Amy Grant and her voice was best described as an angel.&amp;nbsp; The song she was singing fit exactly how he was feeling at the moment. It was a song called “I Will Remember You”. It made his heart beat faster as the line she sang &lt;i&gt;our love is frozen in time&lt;/i&gt; entered his mind and made him wonder if the relationship and the thoughts he was having were one sided or was Ann thinking the same. Wes closed his eyes and began day dreaming his fantasy evening with Ann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes sat at the bus station and waited. Ann pulled up in her Kia and smiled. Wes shot up as he grabbed his book bag and walked outside to meet her. She was wearing a plain shirt with jean jacket and blue jeans. Her black hair was shoulder length and she looked almost the same as she was ten years ago. Wes gave her a hug and after a few seconds they were both in the Kia. Ann turned on the radio as Wes turned around to see the baby chair in the back seat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Where’s Seilah?” asked Wes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Seilah is&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at her aunt’s house for a couple days and Haden is being baby sat by my cousin Angie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s been a long time,” replied Wes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ann began smiling, “yes it has.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They pulled into a frontage road to a group of apartments. She pulled into her parking spot, put it in park and turned the car off. Wes felt a strange sensation throughout his body that was neither anxiety or excitement, but fulfillment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “We’re here,” she replied and turned to Wes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wes looked around to see the lay out of the grass and trees as well as the bushes that held their place. The apartment looked cozy from the outside and when he turned to look at Ann she was smiling at him. He felt her confidence resonate against him and smiled back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “It’s a nice place,” he replied. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Except for the loud lady upstairs, she likes to play her music really loud so that my kids can’t get any sleep,” Ann replied.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wes didn’t say anything as they both got out of the car and walked inside her apartment. It looked plain but lived in as Wes walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Ann sat on the chair and they looked at each other for a very long time and smiled. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The days went on uneventful as each night Wes slept on the couch and Ann slept in her bed. Wes got to meet Haden before he left to be with his dad and Seilah played board games with Wes after school. While Ann went to work, Wes walked around town exploring and walked into a bookstore to read. He enjoyed it, but he kept thinking about Ann and wondered what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The very next day, Wes and Ann spent the whole day together going on nature hikes, watching a movie and making stir fry at her apartment. Seilah was being watched by Angie. Finally, he couldn’t resist and when the food was near finished he touched her waist and touched the back of her neck with his lips. He could see a tattoo of a broken heart being stitched together and knew she needed &amp;nbsp;healing from prior relationships with men. It didn’t stop there, she turned around, looked into his eyes with hers and began kissing him, first on the lips, then on the neck and then she put her hands on his arms. He could feel her pain and wanted to heal her heart, but knew that she was the only one that could do that. Wes slowly and gently French kissed her as he picked her up with his hands and set her on the counter. He then stopped and watched her smile at him and smiled back while touching her face with his hands. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I waited ten years for that?” she began. “You could have kissed me when I was at Linda’s house.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “You were together with your boyfriend, you were talking about marrying your boyfriend and I didn’t think you wanted me.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ann took a deep breath and looked into his eyes as Wes could see she was thinking. Her blue eyes hypnotized him and when she smiled it made him feel weightless. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Aren’t you hungry? We got all this food you like to eat?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes began to smile and felt her hands on his back as he helped lower her back to the floor. They sat at the candle lit table and began to eat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each bite of the stir fry was delicious. &amp;nbsp;Wes looked into Ann’s eyes and could feel the weight in his arms. He could see every hugh of her skin that the candle unveiled and it was beautiful. Wes &amp;nbsp;pulled out a bottle of Brandy and two glasses. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I would like to propose a toast; to old friends that may never be forgotten,” announced Wes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ann sipped her glass of brandy as Wes did the same. It tasted good and he knew after a few more glasses they would be intoxicated. Maybe he would get lucky to get a dance with her in the living room with the stereo on and have a lot of fun. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I thought you said you don’t drink,” she said. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I don’t, unless it’s a special occasion.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After they were finished they both looked at each other and what would become of them. Ann couldn’t help but smile for she had never experienced such a wonderful evening. Wes touched her ankle with his foot and she began to laugh. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Would you like to dance?” he asked. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She nodded as he watched her get up to turn her stereo on to the radio stations. There was a couple songs playing that were too fast to slow dance to, but they didn’t care. They just started moving and didn’t care if the rhythm was matching to the song. They drew close to each other and destiny seemed to surface as Amy Grant’s song surfaced, “I Will Remember You”, began playing on the radio and Wes’ eyes opened in surprised. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wes opened his eyes and realized he dozed off and had been dreaming. However, the radio on the bus was playing the same song by Amy Grant again as was in his dream.&amp;nbsp; He looked out the window and saw that it was morning. He looked at his cell phone for the time. It said 8:00 am. In about an hour, the bus would be at the station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the bus got to the station, Wes walked off the bus and saw that Ann was there. He saw her children as she waved to him. Wes smiled and waved back as he met with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“Did you have a good bus ride?” she asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Let’s just say, it was an interesting ride,” he continued to smile as she introduced &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; her children and Wes talked about his bus ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “How would you feel about visiting the Garden of the Gods?” she asked while starting her car and driving away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Healing Heart: Love Is Frozen In Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Keith Johnson&lt;br /&gt;© Copy Right 2009 All Rights Reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4891670790564828068-1221272814270925337?l=loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/feeds/1221272814270925337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-frozen-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891670790564828068/posts/default/1221272814270925337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4891670790564828068/posts/default/1221272814270925337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisfrozenintime.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-frozen-in-time.html' title='Healing Heart: Love Is Frozen in Time'/><author><name>Ryan Keith Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05295649677875808477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_u-8bL4aO8Y/Tpy9MaP_GpI/AAAAAAAAADI/KcVgIQyZJ94/s220/DSCF4960photorya2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
