After my meeting with Byrnes, I hail a cab down to central park. I feel my jacket start to vibrate and pull my cell out of my pocekt. It's Justin. I can't talk to him right now. So I let it go to voice mail. A few seconds my phone beeps signifying he left me a message. Quickly I listen to him explain that he can't make it to dinner. That he loves Tim and is going to some AIDS fundraiser with him. Just as well after what happened. I keep repeating I love Kevin in my head. Just a mantra of those three words. Trying to push any thoughts of Justin out of my head. It's not like I ever planned on getting involved with anyone again. The idea was to wait for Justin, even if it took forever. Because frankly even though I struggled so hard to fight it, I really do-did love him. But then a year after Justin and I had ended Kevin came into my life. I guess in a lot of ways he reminded me of Justin; romantic, caring, compassionate. I think that's what attracted me to him at first. He was a friend of Linds from Canada. A fucking pediatrician. When Linds and Melanie moved back to the States after two years, he came with them. It shocked the hell out of everyone when we started to fall for each other, mostly me. It was a mature relationship from the start. Friendship to partners. Unlike my rollar coaster ride with Justin. I need to stop thinking about him. Kevin and I are getting married on Christmas. Last minute, but it's what he wanted. Romance, white, snow. Taking all my feelings towards Justin, I bury them in the back of my heart under lock and key. I need to concentrate on Kevin and our lives.