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// When the road gets dark/and you can no longer see/Just let my love throw a spark/And have a little faith in me/And when the tears you cry/Are all you can believe/Just give these lovin' arms a try/And have a little faith in me \\

"Have A Little Faith in Me" by John Hiatt


The journal was gripped tightly in my hand and I made my way to the Foremans' house. I crept to the back door, not wanting to disturb anybody. It was a Friday so I didn't worry so much about people being asleep, but it was still late.

My hand closed on the cold doorknob and I nearly turned and ran back to Donna's house. I wasn't ready to make a decision.

But the decision was already made.

I walked quietly into the basement. And I left the journal on the shelf just outside of Steven's room, where he would find it first.


I wasn't sleeping well. I hadn't been sleeping well for a few days.

How was Jackie?

How was my journal?

I didn't care if the journal convinced her to forgive me. I just wanted her to know that I really loved her. It wasn't just me saying that I loved her. It was something I had thought about. A lot.

It was the first night I had gotten any kind of sleep. But some shuffling in the basement woke me up. I figured it was probably Foreman sneaking in past curfew.

I got up, thinking food sounded like a good idea.

And there it was. My journal was on the shelf just outside my room.

And there she was, standing by the door.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," she replied. "I finished."


"I cried," Jackie said.

I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jackie said. "That was good. You really moved me. Your feelings moved me."

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head. "I am okay."

"You want me to walk you back to Donna's?" I asked her.

"Can we talk?" Jackie asked me.

"Yeah, of course," I said.


I took a deep breath. It was my last chance to run. To run and never look back.

"I love you Steven," I said softly.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you too Jackie. I know it's not enough."

"It is enough Steven," I said, cutting him off. "If you really love me, if you can say it and really mean it, then it is enough."

"What?" Steven asked.

"If you really mean it, then you'll trust me," I said. "If you really mean it, you'll never cheat on me again. And if you really mean it, then I'm really a pretty lucky girl."

"Are you insane?" he asked me.

"Steven, not many guys would admit to his girlfriend that he kept a journal," I said. "Much less let her read it. You let me read everything."

"Some of it made you mad, didn't it?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, some of it," I said. "but you make me mad some of the time."


"So where do we go from here?" I asked her.

"That all depends on you," Jackie said. I looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant. Did she want me to jump through hoops? That was Kelso, that wasn't me.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"More than I trust anyone else," I told her. I knew that I would always have doubts and feel a little insecure. But I knew deep down that I could trust her.

"And can I trust you?" Jackie asked.

"Do you want to be able to trust me?" I asked her.

"More than anything," she said. "I don't need our relationship to turn into what Michael and I had. I want more than that."

"So do I," I said. "You can trust me."

And she smiled, ever so slightly. "Okay."

"Okay?" I asked, suddenly feeling wide awake and ready to run for miles.

"Okay," Jackie said, nodding her head. Tears twinkled in her eyes. "I love you Steven."

"I love you too Jackie," I said, crossing the room to pull her into my arms where she belonged.