Part of ourcommunication, as we began to develop our mutually satisfactory relationship,was through stories and poetry. I will admit that when Laura f...rst began towrite her intimate thoughts to me it was a jolt. I had fantasies too that werevery, very elaborate, but I couldn’t believe that there was any womanwho’s mentality could match mine. It has been the great pleasure of my lifethat I married a woman, completely without knowing it beforehand, who fit my mindset to a tee. Here was one of. .." Robbie and Andre stared blankly at him, until Andre shook his head smiling, relieving a lot of the stress Nate was causing himself. "Anyway, back home, there was this really fine girl, and I figured I'd try and sweep her off her feet. I went in too hot and was too much for her, and she threw a drink in my face."Robbie and Andre stared at him for a few seconds before finally Robbie spoke up. "And what was the point of that story?" Oh, sorry. Anyway, the next night, same joint, I made out. And then, somehow, the dark clouds of my mind parted for a second, illuminating my intentions, and I staggered in the sudden light. I started to collapse, and Anya caught me, guiding me to one of the benches."I brought you here," Anya said slowly after I'd cried for at least ten minutes, something I hadn't done since fourth grade. I looked up, into her soft sympathetic eyes. "I could feel your dark thoughts, and I knew I had to do something." You...brought me here?" Anya nodded. "I had to. But...”“But what?” she asked.“But I keep thinking about what this will do to you,” I said. “I keep thinking that this is too big a sacrifice. And I know that you won’t enjoy it.”She smiled and a tear on her face matched mine. “Callie...” I said.She raised her face and looked at me.“Callie ... I ... I know you don’t like me. I mean I know why and you have a really good reason ... But I...” I mumbled.“But what, Alan,” she asked.“Callie ... I love you,” I said. “I just can’t do anything to you.