March 27, 1998 – Friday – 3:00 p.m.

It hasn’t been this warm since last summer.  I’m sure everyone is outside playing.  I was down at the waterfall earlier.  What an amazingly beautiful day!

Yesterday was the same way.  I didn’t see much of Sarah.  I just did some thinking and some playing last night after Bible Study.

I knew that I loved Sarah and therefore I want the best for her.  I wondered whether her being with me was the best thing for her now though, or even the best thing for me, for that matter.

A painful peace came over me, and I knew that the time had come to let her go.

Today, at exactly noon, I sat with her in the lobby of Tate Hall.  She looked beautiful.  I told her I loved her and that the time had come for me to let her go.  I was letting her go because I loved her.  Her eyes got watery.  I touched her face and we held each other.  We talked a little and I told her thanks for everything and that I would not be a stranger.

We stared at each other.

“I’m excited about your life Sarah.”

“I’m excited about your life,” she replied.

Then we both smiled; the two most amazing smiles I’ve ever been a part of.

This story, this chapter, is not over.  Sarah will be written among the page of this journal many more times.  Of that I am sure.

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