DEAR DIARY
Chapter Twelve
Later That Night
Dear Diary,
All my life I've been taught that if you
believe and want something enough, it’s bound to happen. However, one look into
my life prior to Titanic is all it would take to understand why I never put
much faith into that notion. That all changed today. Standing there, on the
railroad platform, my dreams and prayers came true. Jack is alive. And he's
here with me. This whole day has been something out of a storybook. After
finally snapping out of my much deserved state of shock, I was in his arms,
where I would remain for the rest of the day. Oh, he was so sweet, refusing to
let me out of his sight for even a second. This day has been far better then I
could've ever imagined. After catching up with each other, we went for a walk
around Denver. We stopped in the park, where Jack asked me to become the
official Mrs. Dawson.
And, diary, I said yes.
Tomorrow, we head out for the horizon and
begin making it count--together.
The End.