||[Feb. 12th, 2009|11:17 pm]
I knew a girl once. Or thought I did. I thought I was in love with her. No, I take that back. I really was in love with her. Guess that was a mistake on my part. The girl lived far away for a time, and fell in love with someone else. I didn't know, didn't suspect, thought everything was perfect and peachy. The girl got married to someone else, and got pregnant by someone else. I didn't know, didn't suspect. I saw the girl for a few days before I went off to college in the little town. Didn't know, didn't suspect. Later, the girl disappeared. One day to the next, poof, gone. 8 months later I learn everything. She's not worth my attention or acknowledgement, so really, there's no reason for this except to ...I don't know. |
Now I'm engaged, and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with the wonderful lady, who lives in Atlanta, had a dog named Loki, works at Apple, and studies all sorts of judicial cases for her political science degree. There will probably be up and downs in the relationship, but that's ok. We'll work through them. After all, that's what couples do. And we'll move on, and experience the decades together.