Page 22 love letter to my soulmate...

from Byfield. I began to share my pain and confusion with him. When I was done he said “don’t drink from the cup of resentment and continue to go to the meeting places, and all will be well.”He told me everything in life is not in black or white. I told him how much I loved you. He then reminded me of the past. He said “through the years you have brought many women to my stoop and I have remained consistent with my insight, I told you no... When you brought me the one, when I looked into her eyes, her love for you was the deepest I had ever seen. A white light engulfed the two of you. Be patient he said they cannot stop the hand of the Creator. Nor can you force it”. It would take me another year to fully understand what that meant. As I hung up voices rang out “she wants a man with money; she’s having sex with the young guy that sells cell phones at the mall”. I made my way back down the hall, as I passed the quiet room I heard a man screaming at his uncle that died 4 years earlier. He kept saying please stop I don’t like it. Men in white suits were preparing to rush in and administer the anti-feeling medication. I heard them say he’s scitzofrenic. I headed for the Stratham room to meet the man from Dover. He was waiting for me, he asked if I had found the note book in my desk. I told him I had. He then opened the bright green book to page 4 and he told me that I was to write down