Finally, it's time to put the intricate finishing touches to a hefty tome in the story of my life. Book 1 of Vol. IV "College Life", being the tome in question, titled "Who iswas *She?*"

Why now of all times to work on Book 1? Well, after closing for good Book 2, I have gained unlimited freedom to work on the unfinished Book 1, and this can be seen in the side-panel "highlights" where the archives has been updated after ageing to perfection into fine champagne while under the gag order of Book 2. Quite a mouthful, that sentence was. And quite unfair, that sentence was (as in being sentenced with a gag order).

Right now I really have nothing to say about Rachel. Except that she is an extraordinarily wonderful friend. Nothing to say because there is nothing left to say. This was a long time ago and like the tsunami waves that swept its victims to a watery death, the time that Rachel swept me off my feet is now long past.

Two songs I've always closely associated with her are,

"Looking at You"

and,

"The Very Thought of You"

the latter having had it's sentimental body sung to her.

A handful of other songs include "Let's Fall in Love", "How Little We Know", "Someone to Watch Over Me", "I Can Dream Can't I?", and "One Finger Symphony" (the last being a catalyst to our exchange of CDs and to the discovery of our quite similar tastes in music).

Upon looking through the entries I've made in the past, I discovered that on many occasions, allusions and a few hidden references were made about Rachel as I rambled on about life. Hopes, dreams that were dashed, &etc. make up most of these references. I must honestly state here that I haven't read any of them in detail because their meanings are too well locked-up in the tangled past to be deciphered. Perhaps there's no reason for me to do this at all, but I feel that if I were to be at ease, I must at least finish this exorcising exercise.

I can categorically say that I feel nothing, not even a shade of numbness as I write about this early chapter of my life in college. No sadness, no sense of loss. Just an uncanny calmness. This is a good sign...

...a good sign indeed for Lyn and I; not forgetting our baby Julienne and/or her brother Jesus.

Hmmm, I can't think of anything else to write. Well then (two words that never fail to remind me of Lyn), off I go for my very late bath.

Oh, one other thing, private personal things between Rachel & I remain to ourselves because she & I are not the type who go blah-blah-blah about such things. Anyone who claims knowledge of what I have had with her is lying. Unless she told them of course.