I finally realized that last year, I would have given anything to know that my first love was alive. I received a gift better than that: I actually got to spend a few hours with him, hug him, and hear his heart beat again. That sound meant the world to me because it confirmed that he was, indeed, still living under the same sky that I live.
I owe the fates big time. How many women get so lucky?
Wow!
I still want to run away and hide because of my inappropriate feelings, but at least, I'll be holding that stick and hankie with a smile on my face.
Now, how do I repay God for the gift of seeing my friend again? Maybe I can start by praying that my first love finds his true love.
Hmmmm....I know of a scary witch who sells freaky love spell kits. Never mind. I don't think he would go for that. Besides, it didn't work out all that well for me....well, maybe it did.
I'm pretending to be everything the gossips in my life say I am in the hopes that I can create some kind of believable fictional character. The things I write about are based on the gossip and some of my life experiences. After five years, the only thing I've learned from this experience is that I can be quite the Trickster....thus the name of the blog. Love ya!
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