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Believe it or not, I love single life. No, really, I do! Like most people who might make this claim, I admittedly would happily exchange my bachelorette lifestyle when my prince decides to sweep me off my feet-damn you, Prince William, for not being my happily ever after-but, still, right now, I am happier than I've ever been. As evidence, I feel the best I've felt since probably 6th grade, when I was 12 years old and had my first "boyfriend"...We broke up when he broke his neck...I know that sounds awful, but seriously, I was 12 years old and I was clearly not ready to have and to hold for better or for worse! Sort of kidding...the breakup was pending prior to the broken neck, though I can admit my poor timing was (hysterically) insensitive. Anyway, that's another story for the memoirs someday. Tonight, today, whatever it is right now in the world wherever you and I are, for all of the uncertainties I have about what is going to come after this rather extraordinary adventure I'm on right now, I am the most sure of who I am that I've ever been. I'm told my [love] life is a bit cinematic, and I suppose it's true...I'm not quite sure why or how I get swept up in these stories, but somehow they happen, and they're fleeting and lovely, and my friends laugh and tell me I need to compile them into a book. But, these love/lust stories of mine are as impermanent as I am at this point in my life...and then come these nights, like tonight, when Miss Independent sighs a little, and I realize I am living this utterly romantic life and yet...I really miss forehead kisses.
A forehead is NOT a sexy thing.
So why can't I stop thinking, then,
about yours when I think about you?
I must really love, it. I must really love...
Oh, I hope someone,
someday will like my
forehead, too.
