"...for I am not alone..."
PG. 08/11/2005.

I talked him out of it. "Your Father doesn't want you to die, Rabbi," I said. "He wants you to be happy."

"But how can I be happy, Judas, when I cannot be with you?"

"All things are possible in the Lord," I reminded him, gently.

So it came to pass. We wed in the spring, with the other Apostles, and the three Marys, and my fellow Zealots in attendance. His robes were resplendant white, his voice deep and smooth as he spoke his vows. I stumbled over the words, expectant.

And the world stopped when he kissed me.

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