Dear journal

Dear journal,

Today is march 4th, I have finished my needlework but I am still not yet ready to remarry. My husband Ulysses was a good man which whom I loved deeply. How can I remarry as though he meant nothing. Everyday I pray that one day the gods will bless us and return him to me. My son Telemachus has come to me and ask to pick someone before we no longer have anything to give the waiting suites. But he is just a boy he has no idea what he is asking of me. He has not yet felt love like the kind that me and his father had. And as I think about what I should do now that they have found out that I have been undoing my own work. The thought of death crossed my mind.Just as my father comes to ask me the same as my son. I know that he has my best interest at hand. But I feel as though he was killing me with his words.

But even so I decided that I can't make my family suffer because of my pain. And that I would pick a suitor to be my husband,but as I was walking down the hallway I ran into this man with ocean blue eyes that were so dreamy that I felt as though I could lose myself in them. His voice was so deep and strong as he spoke and said,"Are you Okay Penelope". The way he said my name was so starling that my head immediately shook in agreement. I felt as though I was falling in love again as I scanned his muscular body.

But how can this be I still love Ulysses with all of my heart and yet I have this yearning feeling deep inside of me. My body yearned in curiosity of how his muscular arms feel wrapped around me. Then just when I was going deeper into thought he said, "I asked if you were okay". My mind instantly snapped back into reality and I replied with " I'm as good as anyone would be in my situation,sir if you don't mind may I have your name".And with his strong and deep voice he said, " James, James Henderson". And with the very sound of his voice and the look he gave me with those dark ocean eyes, I knew that this man was the one that I must choose. But little did I know he wasn't one of the suitors.