It's 3:14 a.m.

I just hung up with my first true love. He and I have been in each others lives for 20 years this summer. We had an electric connection. He walked up to me at a concert at University of New Orleans and just kissed me. He didn't say hello, he just kissed me. We fell head over heels in love and will take that love with us to our graves.

He married about 9 years ago. He's content and has a beautiful daughter now.

Well, with my big day approaching we spent a few hours on the phone tonight. He is genuinely happy for me. Of course several of our friends are standing in the wedding. I sensed he felt a bit left out. He could be the life of the party. He has a great personality and blends well with all kinds of people.

I feel a bit of relief after talking to him. I have such fond memories of our years, our friends and the lust for life we shared. I am entering a new chapter in my life and have a real issue with change. It is typically something that I dread, I fight it and can be afraid of it.

Instead, he offers me new hope, a new segment of my life that should be embraced and cherished. He gives me his love, approval and best wishes.

I just needed to send God a thank you for the love he has sent me. I feel blessed.