The boy's a "dreamboat".

Tonight/this morning, I was reminded...and was prompted to remind myself...that it's ok to relate one's "love stories" with effervescent verve and wonder. I have come to this annoying realization that there are no freaking absolustes, and you just. can't. make. assumptions that the way you perceive and experience the world around you, is the same way those you are surrounded by are experiencing it. You may have those rare and wonderful intersections in life while someone else is realizing things completely differently.

I am encouraged by recent experiences that the existence of love is out there. That it has existed in my life in several varying shades and rhythms, and no one experience was any more or less of value, strictly due to it's tenure or tenacity. I am being shaped by "all" of my experiences, and my chosen response to them. I like who I am now and since I do, I realize that it is only because of that mish mash of perception, with a small dash of arbitrary reality, that has made me this person.

I'm learning to appreciate all that I have had in my life, and all that I have...and will have.

Forever and forever and forever.