The Story of Somebody

And so the story began, days before August 18th 2009 two friends sat together and shared as close friends often do. From nowhere my Pammy had an enlightened match-making thought of introducing two souls to one another. At that very moment, so minuscule in comparison to all eternity, my Somebody entered my life.

After days of talking and negotiating, our match-makers inspired me to call him. There began the true journey. On that first day, the evening of August 18th Carl and I spent hours talking on the phone. It was during that conversation I knew my path had changed. In the days to follow Carl and I were either texting or on the phone learning more and more about each other. How could it be possible that I can spend so much of my time with a person I had not formally met? How could I crave, need, desire and eagerly await our next conversation as if I have known this Somebody my entire life? How could he, a man, want the same? This sharing, this depth, this emotion is new to me. I am not afraid. It is right. It is a gift. It is a miracle. It is a blessing. It is love. It is magic. It is bigger than us.

Who is this Somebody? He is my dove with a wounded wing. He is my North star that helps me navigate. He is my love.