Lucky enough to have a second chance with K. The man I love. As he says, second chances are rare, third chances don't exist. (He's wrong, of course, about thirds, but I think I'll refrain from pointing that out at this point.)
Lucky enough to have my (ex)husband as one of my best friends. As a lover. Someone who has kept me sane through all of this, and someone who seems to benefit from having me in his life as much as I benefit from him.
Lucky enough to be witness to some very closed off people when they open up. Beautiful people with gorgeous hearts, allowing me a glimpse.
I don't know how I got so lucky. I don't know what I'm doing right. But I hope that it keeps going. My son, my work, my family, my friends, my men. I love you all so very, very much.
I'm nervous about just talking -- no, less than that, just IMing with the man that I've been having steamy sex with for months. And it's not even that I'm planning on having some deep, soul-baring conversation. I'm just looking forward to talking to him and scared that it will be akward.
"The law of gravity would crumble under your scrutiny, if your heart were involved." Said years ago by a man who knew. Thanks again, M, though you meant it as an arguement at the time. I'm sure I've quoted it before. I probably will again. It means a lot to me.
When it comes to my heart, I can be... Oh, shall we say, a bit on the ferocious side. I'm scared as hell, but that doesn't stop me from going after what I want.
I told you that I want you. I told you that you couldn't get rid of me easily.
In case you were wondering... That's true. And I'm happy enough to prove it.