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Kiss from a rose.

A couple of days later while at work, and in between classes (Did I mention, I teach technology to elementary students? Because I do.), I get a text message from a number I don’t know. Lo and behold it’s the uncle, who in order to protect the innocent (although he’s not so innocent, which we’ll get into later) we’ll call him, Marty. Marty proceeds to tell me in a smart and witty way that his wonderful niece thought it would be great for, again, “the two most amazing people” she knows to get to know each other. I’m instantly taken by his charm and I trust my friend. As with all dating sagas, we begin slowly with the basic Getting-To-Know-You chit chat, and to my surprise he’s charming and witty and we have a lot in common. Now, I could sit here and hash out every single detail of every single date and tell you how wonderful he was and that everything’s going great and he makes me so incredibly happy! But I won’t hash out every detail. I can’t tell you everything’s great because it’s not. It hasn’t been since the day he walked away. This blog isn’t a bitter bash to try and get over someone who hurt me in the most intimate and personal way that anyone could ever be hurt. However, I do think this writing process will help guide my thoughts and feelings because let’s face it, I fell in love with Marty.