“Being happy is fun.”

Well, isn’t it?

-Have you ever been so high on life that you forget you don’t have or need a partner?

-Have you ever, just ever simply forgot what it’s like to love? To be intimate? To hold someone close to you each night?

Happiness begins with you. 

• I wasn’t out looking for love- I wasn’t out looking for the new boy crush to dream about. I simply was so content and happy with my life- I didn’t think meeting a guy would be so near.

Deep red button down, black slacks, black dress shoes, black belt, silver diamond famous stars and straps belt buckle. 

                 Eyebrow piercing. 

–It is funny, isn’t it? How you can meet a person in a spare moment and not give a single damn in the world- but for some reason, for whatever reason it was you remembering him.

It was another night out at a night club.

Nothing differ from any other time we went. Just 3 girls out, having some cocktails and dancing the night away.

                       Literally. 

-He approached us because he knew my best friend.

Being lost in your own happiness you tend to forget what you actually really desire in life.

What you may be missing. 

-I simply had no desire to meet a guy this night. Nor, did I actually ever care to.

I said my quick “hello” and walked away. 

-“God works in mysterious ways.”

He does, doesn’t he?

It wasn’t for about another week or so that I kept replaying that night in my head.

                      Why?

Why was it that I kept remembering what he had on, where we were and how bitchy I was for my first impression.

Why-Why, did I sit at the neighborhood coffee shop trying to recall what his name was?

“It’s a Mexican type of a name. Like a true Mexican name.”

Lightbulb. 

-It clicked.

His name just- clicked. 

Searching through social media seemed at the time the correct way to approach this.

To approach the sudden urge I had within me to figure out who this guy was.

To figure out why I could not stop thinking about him. 

MySpace friend request- SENT. 

Oh how social media can make miracles happen.

I felt this was it. 

How ironic it could be that I have met a guy in a club and being able to find him in the world of cyber.

How similar this story is to me as the same thing happened with two people I’ve adored since I was born.

How those two people who gave me life met at a downtown club, as well.

How thinking “Everything happens for a reason” was simply what exactly was happening to me.

-The start of this was just the beginning of one of the longest, self taught relationships I had ever been in.

The first message sent from him should of came with a “Read with caution” sign.

The message.

That single first message should of never had a reply to it.

My heart should of never believed in it.

My eyes.

My eyes should of stayed clear.