For the first time in a while I've been able to think about Stella. I've never been so in love and I've never met a person I could absolutely cede my life in such a profound way - no backup plan. I can imagine her experience as very different; yet, I find myslef in her thoughts and praying for her. It's my hope she is doing - well - Stellar. My walk with her was amond some of the most dangerous places in the city of San Francisco but I was never scared - always certain and this certainty left my life not long after she left for home. Her friends were cruel to me and in the end tbheir moral fabric was one I couldn't clothe myself into. After a New Year's party I found one of her friends trying to drug a female. That was my last straw. For the next six months I spent my time trining her. I made no decisions and it was hard on her. She didn't even recognize my submition and my loss of spirit. I was so in love and she too loved me - and when she left I was...