Everything that has happened over the past six years has been real. No matter how much I hope that it was all a dream, I will always know that it was real. And yet I still wait. Every second of every day, I wait. I wait for that voice, that warm, loving voice, to step out in front of me and say, "Mari." I picture it- "Mari" - and I know that someday, he'll come back. I don't know when, but he promised me it would be soon. I do my best to believe him.All Rights Reserved