I promised him that I would write our story. I would write the rest of his story. I find that I cannot do this though. Perhaps someday, but not now. For now, all I can do is write about these 36 days, these 36 days that we had to forgive and love one another again.We were always finding one another. Losing and coming together over and over again, always trying to get it right. And in the end, we were left searching for the answers to all of the questions that were not able to be answered, the answers to what happened to us, to US. After nearly nine years apart, we found one another again and spent 36 days searching for what we had lost.It was in the searching, finding, and searching again that we found the one constant, the one thing that was never lost. Amidst the rubble of our life together, the love never died. We didn't even have to look for it after almost nine years apart. We found each other again. Even in the dying, we were found.