I'm currently back at home for what was suppose to be a wedding, is now the rest of the summer. Baseball games, boat rides, river floating, open bar events... common I couldn't help it. It's strange being back at home because although not much has changed, it hasn't felt the same. I guess when I had left I didn't realize all the doors I would be shutting. I thought maybe they'd remain swinging and even though they kinda are, for some reason I haven't gone through any. My relationships with former lovers has no appeal to me. Certain friends just can't seem to keep my attention like they use to. I've shut out a lot of the, I need to please everyone and do everything and help somebody, and is now just doing what I want.
So I met a boy down there. Well actually I met quite a few.. but this one was different than any I'd ever experienced. It was like I couldn't get rid of him. I would punch him and kick him and run away from him only to run into him. In the past, sure I've had my share of flings and summer romances and some I would say were pretty substantial and left foot prints.. But this one left me with a different perspective. I guess you can even say inspired. It wasn't that we met at the most random place in the world, a bar in Rodando Beach. Then after rejecting him for at least 2 hours and him finally walking away, actually walk right into him 2 days later on a street in downtown San Diego. I wouldn't say it was fate. But it could have been that he bought me a rose and carried me in the street. It could have been that we slow danced in a country bar and that he kissed at the right moment. It could have been that he reminded me that romance still exist. That maybe it isn't over for me just yet.
That maybe I have a lot more love to experience.. and a lot more love to share
