It is time for me to confess.
I have a boyfriend! Yes, it's true. I am finally admitting it after nearly three months of secret rendezvous and late nights together. He's fabulous --trustworthy, supportive, strong, dependable. He brings out the artist in me. Whenever I am near him, I feel like singing. We have spent hours together, yet each time I hold him I learn something new.
At first I thought it might be more of an obsession or infatuation than anything healthy because I would find myself thinking about him ALL day long. I can be out with friends for happy hour or dinner, enjoying relaxing conversation with great people, and my mind wonders to thoughts of him. I just want to get back to him.
I knew it was problematic the first time I thought about him at work. I didn't even want to work. I just wanted him in my arms, passing the hours caressing his strong neck. That is when I decided it was time to come clean. It is time to make the confession, time to let you all know that very soon I just may start sleeping with this new dream.
So I wanted to share a picture:
Isn't he lovely? Look at the finish! The picture makes me want to play right now, seriously, I stopped typing for a minute to go play a song. I am addicted to this instrument, and it is so much fun. It is challenging and frustrating and my fingers are killing me and I can no longer have long fingernails on my left hand, and it is no where near as easy as Santana makes it look, but it is my new favorite thing.
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