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Maybe I getting used to all the twist and turns my life has imposed on me because now life seems so boring. That scares me. So much has happened and I don’t know where to begin but I'm finally ready to share? I’m going to have to tell him I know I do. I don’t know how this happened. He’s beautiful, gorgeous no doubt. He’s dyed his hair black and cut it short and the soft brownish green of his shirt matched the soft brownish green of his eyes. There was a hint of gold in both that left them amberand warm. His body tall and lanky, the starving artist look that I am so attracted to. His face has danced the pages of magazine advertisements before I could ever gaze upon such beauty. So there stood before me the guy I’ve crushed off and on for over a year, one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever met. He’s perfect almost. He’s an artist, a professional musician. He’s a writer of songs, a guitarist. The creator of a band who opened for bands like Sheryl Crow, and the Motley Crue. Someone who has met Kurt from nirvana. Someone who has been around the world and back with so many stories to tellof sights I have yet to see. Someone who could paint my dreams for me in words and ehythm. Someone who knows so much