en busy all weekend. I considered my act a sure sign ofheterodoxy, I had lied to my love. I slowly worked my way up to the subject, when to call. How would I ask such aquestion without looking like a dork. Eventually I got enough nerve to blurt out an incoherent “When may I callyou?”I was readily pleased to hear her response of “When ever possible.” That day I stood vigil over my phone, ready to call my chaste angel. The time ticked by, was it too soon ortoo long? I swallowed my fears and I brought my self to call. There was a booming ring, I could feel my pulserising, another ring, I could barely breath, “Hello?”That was Her! My love had a voice of such wonderful tones. With that voice she could sing out divinechords unheard of by mankind. “Hello?”“Hi is Nicole there?” I asked, well knowing it was whom I was talking to.“This is me, Joram, Is that you?”“Yes this is me.” I replied as I celebrated my success, I was talking to my princess!“Guess what, I just found out I’m going to move to Houston!” “WHAT!” I said lamely, thinking it was a cruel joke.“Seriously, my Father got a new job offer”My future was clear. A single moment, ending the sensations of life, the in breath, the out breath, thecessation of life. The abyss so deep, the chasm so wide, there was nowhere to run, no place to hide. there was utterdesolation in every moment, desperate thoughts only of despair, depression and I, the most intimate pair. Nomoments of reprieve, darkness in the sunshine, darkness in the light, darkness everywhere, nothing else in sight. Icould feel my life crumble within my self.But alas, God works in mysterious ways. That year was not my best, and she was not my first. Like allthings in nature I understood, even love, lust, and celibacy are affected by the unexpected forces of half-life decay. Isoon realized we were not going ...
