Ever so slightly does God slip people into my life. Very oddly enough, Vesely showed up at the Varsity Soccer game on Thursday... first game, cold, exciting. The general anticipation from the game was already coursing through my veins that night. This sport is a pulse for me. This life... it keeps me on my toes. So Jake showed up late, no sign of Banzai or Helen. I became immensely disappointed by their ineffable and unexplained absense. They let me down. Strike Two, Helen. You know better. Eventually, Vesely and I found our way to one another. Like always. We are clockwork. No doubt about that statement. Sometimes in life I encounter those whom I feel like I have never refrained from speaking to, the silences are comfortable, the words are easy, and the smiles are pleasing. There was a short period where we just kind of looked each other -- almost as if we couldn't believe we had been blessed with these moments to talk. I know I was in awe of our timing. It was needed. He needed prayer. I'm glad he found me. Or I found him. A flame that never died for him scared away the chills for a brief time of the evening. Yesterday evening was the bonfire at the Masons -- which was quickly extinguished once the firemen came and shook a finger at us. No fine. No trouble. Jake seemed a bit silly yesterday evening. Not good silly, the kind where I am very unsure how to speak or act around him. He did more than he spoke, it was peculiar. I want to ask him of his behavior, but I'm afraid I've asked too many questions of his feelings of late. I fear that we are not aware of our current status. I find it difficult to really place a label on our relationship. The boyfriend/girlfriend thing is rarely fitting. I never know how to talk to him, but strangely enough I am often told I am of few that understand him. I know I do. And I will. Even if it means being confused, myself. Support. Love.