My Life Was Changed By A Train

This time last year, I had an INSANE crush on this guy.  I’ve known him for years.  We were friends of friends, before we actually became friends, and once I got to know him, I sincerely thought he was “perfect” for me.  We had tons in common, always had interesting conversations, enough about us was different to contribute differing points of view on certain topics.

He wasn’t exactly available, though.  Of course, I never mentioned my crush, I just acted as though friendship was all I wanted anyway.  Well, of course in the mean time, as those of you that read here often, know, I fell in actual, real life, head over heals, end of the world, maddening, smitten love with someone.

I ran into him last weekend and he’s completely available now.  We had a couple of beers, and after a bit of liquid courage, I confessed that I had had a crush on him.  As it turns out, he had the same crush.  Funny, huh?  Two ships that passed in the night, I suppose.  It was a weird moment for me, thinking of how different things are now, and how they might’ve turned out if things had gone a little bit differently.

And then B walked in and I lit up like a firecracker.  I can’t put in words the butterflies, warm fuzzies, happy thoughts, sheer giddyness I feel about him.  There’s nothing and no one that could pull me away from him or any risk I’d take because there’s nothing like this.  Not for me.