To clarify...

Some people seem to think my last entry is hinting at a new love interest.

So I just want to explain something. Things I write here now, some of it is merely brain fluff and not a direct reflection of my life. I write in the moment. My ideas and feelings change constantly. What you're getting is a snapshot of something that mattered to me at that moment. This could be an epiphany or a clippet from a shampoo bottle.

Regarding the last entry:
It was in reference to a dream. One I'm sure we've all had. You encounter the personification of the perfect partner. They seem so clearly cut and refined to fit just so. It's an idyllic love, pure and untainted.

In dream you know they're beautiful and when you wake you remember them so. Yet it's nothing more than a vague blur, at best.

You can't picture them. In fact you don't know anything about them. Yet there is still that small sense of loss and frustration.

You strain to remember their face and understand why you felt so intently for them. If you could just reach into the fog and pull free even a fragment, maybe, just maybe that could be the seed of a revelation.

It's the ideal romance spanning an eternity and lasting an instant. It's the first snowflake. It drifts softly into your hand, so pure and completely unique. Disappearing on contact. And even with the snow falling around you, only that one touched you. You never saw it's true form, it's glorious crystal dihedral symmetry. You saw a little white speck. But that speck mattered.

I could romanticize for hours! heh. It's all so wondrous and fascinating.

Dreams and perceptions of reality intrigue me. I often find the line between both somewhat hazy.

Not many people know this but for those who've met me it probably makes sense.

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Sometimes I close my eyes and try to feel the sun warmly caressing my cheek and it makes me smile, even at night.