Serendipity...  Its been happening to me my whole life.  Maybe I should start writing those stories... One story in particular, goes a little something like this.  I'm not going to give the whole thing away, because I do intend to make an entire blog about it.

I don't know if anyone else has had a long lasting crush, but I have.  I've had a crush for almost 17 years.  I'm probably starting to sound real crazy now.  I was 11 he was 12:) He wanted to be a Fireman, I wanted to be an Actress/Singer/Dancer.  He became a Musician...I became a Singer Songwriter, who occasionally dabbles in Acting and Singing.

As much as I would try and push him out of my head, he kept coming back both mentally, and physically.  It wasn't until recently I wrote a few songs about him.. Ok, well I mean, I've written songs about him, but they always became country songs, which is another strange coincidence, but I won't get into that now.

To those who know me well, they know the infamous story of a tall, sweet, handsome gentleman who I like to call _____ _____ _____..love of my life.  My friends know every serendipitous moment, every dramatic climax, the characters, the nicknames, so on and so forth.  And with every re appearance of him, they look forward to the next part of the story, and then .... we all are left hanging as the story is never quite resolved. The "epic" tale started somewhat in jest, but internally of course I still had this strange ideal about him, and the story?  The story is all true, with no fabrications.  Theres just something about him, and I can't get it out of my head.

Anyhow, I was telling the story to someone, and with ears perked, this person suggested I watch a movie about 2 people who kept running into each other over a large span of years.  Now this person, I told the story to, I don't even remember.  To be honest I was most likely inebriated, and as I commonly do, was gabbing away about the serendipitous story of ___ ___ ___, love of my life.

What I do remember, because I wrote it in my notes in my iPhone, was that I needed to watch the movie she suggested.  So I did, it was on Netflix, and at the very end of the movie...the VERY END of the movie...who do you think was singing during the last scene/credits... yep.. Love of My Life, is a big enough musician his music plays on soundtracks...ooh...whatever..but REALLY! REALLY!! I don't know how this happens, and it happens all the time. The mere fact that he's a musician drives me mad, because for one, I don't date musicians.. I won't date a musician...but because I know him so well, and knew him before the fame, and before he even considered playing music at all.. I knew him. I liked him.  and I can say this without a blink of an eye...I loved him, and I still do. 

This is not lust, no no no, I seriously can't even imagine doing anything more than holding his hand.  I truly care and love him.  I can't help but think there is a reason to all this, and that doesn't mean it ends in romance.  For all I know it could end in an epic song that changes hearts for a long period of time, or maybe hes going to introduce me to the TRUE Love of My Life, but for now its all Serendipitous moments, and its sincerely bothering the poo out of me!

...I'm not going to lie though.  I'm sure enjoying the story as it writes itself:)