This post has nothing to do with books, or celebrities, but I needed a place to publish these thoughts. Then I realized that I have a blog. It really doesn't matter if anyone reads it. I know it's here. It reads a little like a 'Dear Delilah' letter, but it's real. I don't usually do real. Maybe no one will see it, maybe the right people will.
Keith Urban has a new-ish song out called 'God Whispered Your Name'. Well, God screamed his name at me, then hit me upside the head with a 2x4 in the shape of a former teacher who insisted (and kept insisting) that we should 'go out'. To back track a bit; he and I went to elementary, and middle school together, and in high school attended the same church, and youth group. He came home from college all dapper, intriguing, and single, and began his job in the church.
We both finally folded, and agreed to meet up for lunch one afternoon. We reminisced, and laughed over sandwiches, and even joked a little about how silly the idea of us 'together' was.
He drove away that day having just had lunch with an old friend. I drove away with a new crush on an old friend. He was sweet, smart, funny, Godly, and adorable. About a week after that he began a pretty long term relationship with some one else. I told myself that I was happy that they were happy. That actually wasn't a lie either. They seemed to compliment each other perfectly. Their relationship ended (for whatever reason), and bada-boom I'm faced with feelings for a perfect, single male friend again, with no clue what to do with them.
There. It's out there for the universe to do whatever with.
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