This is not to say that I'm done dreaming. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone had said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. It was worth it.
Love is worth it.
I met my current husband hanging out in a chat room on AOL in April, 1997. After taking a cross-country trip together in my motorhome for two months in the fall of 1997, James moved in with me at the end of December, 1997. As I discuss in one of my opinion pieces on my AIDS page, it is not easy being willing to risk love again. But, as I mentioned just a few lines ago, love is worth it. I have also travelled to western Europe a few times.