learning french

Well. I think I may have made a mistake 2 years ago. But no I know I didn't. For whatever reason I chose A over B (or M over A) I did it and my life path changed forever and for good because of it. Last night I learned what exactly I'd put in the "pass" category back then. Two years of accidental patience and unexpected knowledge in one kiss. One kiss with a true friend and true heart that's always mirrored the same curiosity and loyalty I have. Mind lightning. And how do I know? I know. And how do I know I'll ever get an encore of the rush and the humbling emotions? I don't know. But I am alarmingly content with the unknown because it's like my lips told my heart I never want to kiss anyone else. Yet if I don't get to kiss that specific pair again, I'll have had that one time of...being totally aware. Not kissing because "they" started it like so many "maybe" dates with cute strangers in the past, but because I just couldn't help myself. I really wanted to keep that contact going and the feeling was mutual until almost 3 in the morning. Amazing. We'll see (which is very much my anthem these days).

So me and my mp3 player are trying to work it out at the Castle Inn hotel outside of Disneyland. It's late, I took a sleeping pill to be rested for tomorrow, and "Road to Somewhere" is convincing me I can handle the changes we're going home to tomorrow. I'm excited, sad, full, empty, content. It was an amazing weekend.