8:45 pm - 06.22.2005 I've been back from Monaco for a few weeks now. Every time I think back to it (which is a whole lot), my stomach gets that butterfly effect. I've grown attached to that place, and the girl I was with. There is something meaningfully beautiful about both of them. But now, I haven't heard from her in weeks, and the email I sent to her came back to me undeliverable. These things teach a man patience like nothing else can. I lived a fantastic week with her, and what comforts me is her own words about the trip, "I can die happy." It doesn't matter what has happened or will happen to her, to me, to us, to Monaco, to the universe or humanity; I lived a dream that few people can, and it lives on eternally in my mind and heart. I hope I get to hear from her again, and I hope to be in Monaco again, and I hope, though it may be so improbable, to be there with her. Life moves on here at home, though, and I will tackle more of my dreams, always patiently waiting when I look at these pictures of her and me.