It’s been over a year since I first met Brett and it’s safe to say that it didn’t turn out to be the year I had hoped. Since I last wrote, the year and seasons have changed and with it so have the parameters of whatever relationship the bartender and I had. Continue reading
Letting go of something can definitely be difficult, but in some situations, holding on can be even more difficult. For me, I’m finding it ever so difficult to let go of this incredible man. Brett is, and will always be, the first guy I’ve ever fallen in love with (despite the unusual circumstance). So, knowing that I’ve possibly lost him as a friend after one rough weekend is the most heartbreaking thing about the whole situation. Continue reading
Heartache, I’m learning, is a rough thing to get through. Since finding out Brett is “sort of seeing someone,” I have had good days, I’ve had bad days, and I’ve had extremely rough days. From the beginning, I knew that getting my heart broken would be the most likely ending to this story; yet, I still managed to fall deeply in love with him. Was I foolish to allow that to happen? Continue reading
Have you ever thought about the significance of midnight? It can mean a bunch of things. Obviously, it’s the moment we all count down to on New Year’s Eve. It’s the moment when each day has a changing of the guard and brings us a new day. Even Disney got in on the action by allowing Cinderella to have her magical night, only to return to her normal life at the stroke of midnight. I’ve never really had any sort of attachment to midnight. That is, until one Friday night. Continue reading
Have you ever felt like you are holding the world in your hands? That everything you’ve ever dreamed of has come true? That you’ve accomplished something that no one in your family has done before? Have you ever felt like everything you’ve ever wanted to do in life is right at your finger tips? Have you had all that…yet still felt like it’s not enough? Continue reading
It had been nearly five weeks, and I hadn’t gotten to spend any real time with Brett. My schedule kept me busy enough that I was able to almost forget about how much I missed him. It had been weeks since I logged into Facebook on my computer, something I always look forward to doing because I am usually greeted with his picture in the chat sidebar. I was almost to the point where I had forgotten what he looked like. After all my travels and the end of a major school project, I was excited to finally get back to the bar to see him. Continue reading
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Is that true? I’ve never really been apart from friends or family for an extended period of time for me to find out the answer to that question. So when the time came for Brett and I to take a little break, I was excited to finally realize how I would feel when the time came to reunite. I honestly wasn’t ready for the roller coaster of emotions I would feel during our five week break. Continue reading
Before now, I have never been one to believe that meeting one person could possibly have such an effect on that me that it changes my life forever. Does that one person exist? What are the chances that I’m ever going to meet him? How will he forever change my life? These are all questions I would ask myself when the thought of a “soulmate” would arise in my head before I walked into a bar a few months ago. Now? I’m slowly starting to gain answers.
Have you ever experienced a phenomenon where you believe that somehow fate has led you to a certain place or to a certain person? That feeling that there are way too many “coincidences” that occur for it to be just a random act of chance? With Brett, that feeling has been occurring ever since I set my eyes on him. It seems like the more time we spend together, the more often coincidences occur leading me to ask…is this fate? Continue reading
Loving someone, I’m realizing, is a really difficult emotion to manage. The more and more I go in and hang out with Brett, the farther I feel myself falling for him. The hardest part is not knowing how he feels. He gives off a vibe that tells me he’s not interested, but then, on the other hand, he gives off signals that tell me otherwise. Why must he be so confusing? Continue reading
The Bartender and Me 