• No miracles have occurred, and two weeks later, I've lost all hope of one. Not that I really had hope in the first place, but I didn't even see a spark that night. The weeks before, I almost felt like there was something there - a little attraction, a little playfulness reserved especially for me . . . but that Sunday, that wasn't even there. He was obviously sads, though - that could have something to do with it. I'll miss you terribly, Mark. We'll all miss you, but I'll miss you in a different way. I did manage to get through the night gracefully, though. I gave him a hug right before he left for the last time, and his last words to me were "I'm proud of you, Rachel." That meant a lot to me, both just as a person I respect saying that to me and as a person that I like. It's actually quite possible that I won't see him again - he's going to search for his own youth group, one that he can lead and thereby make money to support his fiancee when they do get married. He won't be going to my church anymore except possibly to visit. He'll be a great youth pastor, of that I have no doubt. I hope it works out for him.

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