I recently read someone elses blog of how he had this great connection with a girl. They were the best of friends, and they did everything together. He wanted it to be more and he started seeing feelings in her that weren’t there. He was driving himself cray and he decided to tell her. It scared her away and he came away with nothing. His dreams were crushed and he had lost a good friend.  It is a tough story of pain and reality. I felt bad for him so I wrote about it.

Sitting at the top of the back row, its pitch dark and I can’t seem to keep a steady hand with my digital camera. I nervously start the record feature… this thing is awesome it records in HD?!?!??! I know I get easily distracted by toys! I can’t seem to comprehend the feelings I’m getting. It’s a hot muggy Sunday afternoon jammed into an auditorium where the air-conditioning seems like it can barely keep up.

Almost 4 years… and I am watching what amounts to being bigger than the Super Bowl, the Grand Slam in Tennis, March Madness and all other major events into one event that would change my life.  I see four figures march on to the stage. They are so adorable in their pink ballet costumes. There she is…