The product of disaster finally set at ease. No more worries from that ill corner of my life. Finally I can prepare to start anew. And, I'll do it right this time. In a conversation I was so deeply enthralled in last night, one so bluntly put it, we are trying to teach one another morals. Perhaps that's what it is, but I shall not try much at all to succeed and acquire what I most want out of this. No more silly flings, no more leading guys on like I've made a habit of doing as of late . . . than again as always. . . Sincere honesty and truth, loyalty and caring? A combination of morality? I ask myself what could possibly happen to destroy this? A silent deriding chuckle pierces the darkness. The bitter torment and anguish toward myself. The more accurate question would be, what will happen to truly let this dream live? If the favor and act of kindness is not returned in fullest and earnest appreciation, then things shall crumble. If somewhere there develops a communication barrier that we cannot override, then there is wasted time. If the lies and fallacies take over so intensely as to smother and suffocate all the effort I had bestowed unto this than I will be lost once again. . . It must resolve in nothing less than perfect harmony and happiness. We shall see. . .