Just as soon as I mention the unseasonable weather today the temperature drops lower and lower and outside it is starting to rain. Why does November do things to trick me and throw me off my guard? It just doesn't make any sense. She tells me she is excited about the end of this week and I am greatly excited too. Of course I will miss her for the next few days when she is gone, but every bit of me hopes she is correct. Correct that this will lead up to the change she needs. The change she prays so hard for. She is standing on the precipice of big time, and it shines on her face like fire. I can do nothing except arch an eyebrow at her tender smile and fall for her even more. She needs to remember that I am here for her and know that I have no plans of changing the fact.