That one

So, most every person has that one. You know the one. The one that you let get away without ever expressing anything, without ever making it clear there was something there for you.

Most of the time, that person simply fades into the background of your life; a missed opportunity, but not one to hold you back from anything.

That is, until that one person unexpectedly pops back up. Re-enters your life. Sets your eyes, heart, and mind aflame with thoughts of the woulda, coulda, shoulda's. The what if's. The do I do this now's. The questions. The possibilities. The deep, deep feelings that never went away.

But, after having never risked it back then, to risk it now, would it be worth it? Are they the person you hoped they'd become? Are they still the very same as the day they walked away?

Ponderings over oj and an english muffin. The conversation of my heart and mind.

Can I tell you something?

"I can't read you"
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yes. Very good."

And so it begins...

I've never really been one for being wholeheartedly into blogging. I love to read blogs. Plenty of my friends have blogs, which I follow regularly but, for me, I guess I've always just sort of felt like that weird girl on the playground in blogland.

Sure, I'm clever and I have a crazy life and I have plenty of stories to tell, but, the ever looming question for me is, "Who the hell wants to read this shit?" Well, obviously, I love to read the insanity of my friend's blogs, and, clearly, you're reading mine (assuming i'm not sending this out into the blog-verse to no one), but now, there's pressure.

I have an audience.

O_O

{Hold a moment while I freak out silently on the other side of this curtain.}

Ok, we're good now. I think. Maybe. Yes. Moving on.

So let's start with where the hell I came from. What my story is, I suppose.

Once upon a time, a girl and a boy met.... ok, no I won't start THAT far back I guess.

The basics:
I'm a girl. (clearly)
I'm single (that better not be so clear.)
I work full time in the skin care industry, but, the company is sadly folding later this year.
I am in school in the evenings, getting my pre reqs done so I can apply to Nursing School early next year.
I am most definitely a cat person. (though i don't dislike dogs)
I am pierced and tattooed.
I try to be optimistic.
I am imperfect. And I like it that way.
I am both a lover and a fighter.
I believe in the Universe and it's ability to act in our lives.
I am a firm believer that everything. EVERY. THING. happens for a reason.
I like ghosts.
and sushi.
and beer.


So, I'm not entirely certain the direction i'm going to take this little blog yet, but when I figure it out, I promise you'll be the first to know. Cross my heart.

Today, I'll leave you with the most ridiculous thing I've said recently:

"I love you more than biscuits"

xo-
K