Broadway dork, loyal Harmenian, stone cold fox, midnight poet, music junkie, cheese connoisseur, groove machine, human observer, book worshipper, story teller.
That is fantastic!!! I am really happy for you.
I did not care about myself when I creeped out the door every night and drove until light pollution was a foreign concept.
I did not care about myself when I passed out watching the Broadway bootleg of Spring Awakening allowing you to believe I was just taking a cute nap on your shoulder.
I did not care about myself when I was awake for days on end in order to salvage your life and never mine.
I didn’t care about myself when I did not hit you…hard.
I didn’t care about myself when I forgot how to try.
Now I care. I know. I am aware. There is so much to love here. I am fire. I am tending to my own flame.