Apologies..well no, I'm not sorry.

I am sorry I've neglected to write here, but my excuse is valid. I found a life.
Ok, I know that sounds harsh. Let me rephrase. I found love.

Ugh, now that sounds cheesy as hell.

I found purpose? I found a reason to wake up in the morning? I found something to look forward to at the end of the day instead of coffee, cigarettes, and chocolate?

You may be wondering if I'm talking about my dog, Kali. Even though she never lets me feel lonely and I love her to death, I'm talking about a real human being. Heh.

I feel strange. A good strange. I can't keep a straight face when I say "boyfriend" because to be VERY frank, I've never had someone to call my boyfriend. I've had the "man-friend" which always means, friends with benefits, but believe me...there are no benefits in a relationship like that. I've had a slew of awkward dates, good dates, bad dates, but no real connection. Dating is such a chore.

Then the moment I stopped thinking about finding someone else, new, love...


Adam.

Someone I met 4 years ago, but I was so blinded by someone else to really notice. I kick myself daily.
My life feels a little upside down, but if anything, I feel so confident in myself when I'm around him. I can be myself. No judgment, no looks, no molding my responses to make sure it suits him. I am, for the first time, starting to love being me.

I'm pretty awesome. Yes, hold your applause till later, thank you.

So for everyone questioning what is up with me, I'm in love.



Ciao.