celery

This is how patient I am. Last year on Christmas eve I ran into a friend who I hadnt seen since the previous Christmas eve. She lives in Boston and comes home to CA for the holidays. She is beautiful, quick, a sweetheart, and most importantly receptive to me which makes me comfortable to act like I want to, crazy. Last year I asked her when she was in town until and she said that she was here until the day after Christmas. She is a big time crush of mine so I said to myself that I would call her a year from that day. I called her this morning, which was the first time I had ever talked to her on the phone. She remember our conversation and I told her my plan to call her a year from that point. She told me that I was three days early. BUSTED! The conversation lasted fifteen minutes and she invited me to go play softball with her family. I am happy about this.
She lives 3000 miles away from me, but I have thought about her a lot in the past year. This is not my choice, I dont fight it. My whole life has been a process of falling in love with people and being comfortable with the fact that I am alone. We are all alone. I take small moments of possibility and carry them as far as they go. Most things that start in my life, never end. There is absolutely nothing tragic about this.
p.s. I got about 50 stories like this. My friend Lisa tells me that I fall in love everyday. My friend Jamie tells me that I am a tart.