...and by the way

You ever have those mornings when you see someone you really don't want to see? I mean, despise seeing, for one reason or another? And all you can think as you hide your face in cell-phone use, cascading hair, or a morning coffee is shit, shit, shit, shiiiitttt!? Yeah, that was my morning.

I walked through one of the college buildings, just leaving class, and I spotted Mr. Conceited. (I'll have an entry about him later.) His hair was a mess, headphones on, and his face was being sucked in by a laptop screen. At least I had that to my advantage as I booked it to the door and ran across the walkway to my next destination. It's not that I meant to be melodramatic, but I really did not want to see him.

...and by the way, I love again.

Brandon, my new - well, not quite new but that story is for later as well - boyfriend is the subject of my love. My shattered heart has been able to pick itself up again and love a man I've known for seven years.

Well, what the hell..

High school was generally not a good era of life. I met some people who introduced me to Brandon, and we were a couple for a few months. But being silly teens and so young, he decided to break it off and not be so serious about a girl. I was hurt, especially since we were each other's first loves. Although we were not on good terms for quite some time, he has always been a friend to me in and out of my life for seven years. And now, after all the heartache and drama we had both been dragged through, we are together again.

And I don't think anyone has ever treated me so well with such sincerity.

I am so happy.