For me, I'm committed from that moment when I've realized he is "the one".

With my first 'one', i knew him on sight, and knew how we should be together. And history bears that out.

Because of personal greifs, when i run across the potential second, 'one', i become a friend and attracted letter writer. In the meanwhile, i get swept away with a small but intense love with a young man. Then, at its worst, this man, to whom i have been writing, and never thinking myself good enouph for- wrote me when news of my scene with that young man went down. To be honest - i could see myself with him from the first moment - yet i didn't want to indulge moving past my greif - so i kept clear communication with him, albeit at a slower and different pace. I did not want to risk rejection. To my surprise, as he knew my ugly parts, they only turned out to be reasons to come - not leave. And when the diversion of young and enthusiastic union came my way, he supported me in that. and when it left, he stepped forward, to me. Life is a strange and confusiing, and incomprhensible thing, but you don't need to understand that to live good. Thank god i know that difference. Life can be so sweet - even after downfall. As one of my most dearest friends has said - "Lightening can strike twice". (luv ya girl)