it was confessional, yet cautious
If I never came to Glasgow, well, I can't be certain but I can guess that I would have been miserable and still living in Toronto. And regretful. And If I had never dated my ex, I wouldn't have met Claire - one of my best friends and one of the most kind and beautiful people I know; I love Glaswegians and Claire makes me love them that much more.
And if I had never dated my ex, I wouldn't have known what sort of relationship and behaviour I would not be willing to accept; I wouldn't have known the sort of strength it takes to JUST. WALK. AWAY; I wouldn't have known that no matter how impossible you think something is, it's possible.
And what if I had never gone to Tinderbox last month and bumped into G, someone I have known for four years but haven't seen in about....oh, one? Claire and I were having a mid-week coffee, cake and gossip session (a semi-ritual) when G came into the cafe. Claire, facing the entrance way, suddenly stopped mid-sentence and announced, "Oh look! There's G_____!" Turning to face the door, I was floored. As mentioned, I hadn't seen G in about a year and during that time, he had changed appearance: gone were the glasses, floppy hair, and goatee. I mean, he'd always been cute but standing in front of us was someone else entirely.
He took a seat with us and in those brief 10 minutes of chat (before his date showed up!) I cannot recall anything we spoke about; I was too awkward. Shy. In lust.
We exchanged pleasantries before G got up to meet his date. And that was that. Only it wasn't. Impossibilities suddenly become a possibility. And the unavailable suddenly become available.
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Roar! Keep up the good feelings even though some days it might be hard to do!
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