For practical reasons, I shared Nick's hotel room with him during my stay. He is a dear, close friend, with an ex wife from hell, and needed a friend this weekend before heading back home to try and pick up the pieces and start anew.

I climbed into bed with him late Friday night as we settled down for sleep.

"Say the word and I'll sleep on the floor," he offered. I hushed him and wished him sweet dreams.

"I miss this. I miss having a woman in bed with me, smelling sweet and warm. Women are such beautiful creatures, capable of making everything better. You're magical, do you know that?"

"Me, or women in general?" I giggled back to him.

"Well, you especially. More than any woman I've ever known, anyway. You have the gift of healing. I don't know what I'd do without you as my friend. I love you."

I hugged him and we fell asleep.

The doom and gloom attitude I met him with Friday afternoon had vanished come Saturday morning. He was bright and cheery and wanted to have some fun in the city before we left the next day. I was relieved to see the change.

Last night as I unpacked my bag, I saw a card with my name on it, tucked inside. I smiled as I read the sweet note from Nick.

"To my magical fairey of happiness:
You've removed the evil spell of darkness that I was cursed with, and reminded me to breathe before it was too late. I thank my lucky stars that I have you to keep me well. You're magical, but you knew that.

Love,
Nick"