Faith POV: I decided to curl my hair and dress up a little for my date with Tim tonight. I plugged up my curling iron, put on a little makeup, then slipped into the dress Gale let me borrow. In the midst of curling my hair, it hit me. This was the first time I was going out with anyone since Rick died. I took a break from getting ready and sat down on my bed. Tears rolled off my face as the memories of the night of the car wreck came back to me. I know Rick would have wanted me to move on, but it doesn't feel right. I felt like I was betraying him. I looked down at my left hand and could almost picture my wedding ring still on my finger. It took me until just about a month ago to finally take it off. I looked back up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Tim to be here. Do I really want to do this so soon? I fought back and forth with myself on if I should just call Tim and cancel. What if I really just wasn't ready to move on? I finally decided that I needed to at least try so I quickly wiped my tears and went back to fixing my hair.
