What a month! Well, make that about the last two months. I guess I'll begin at the beginning. The beginning which starts at the end, as it were.

I broke up with Matt about two months ago because it wasn't fair to stick around if I wasn't emotionally there anymore. I guess I just didn't heal after he broke my heart the first time. I couldn't give it back to him. I wasn't leaving him for anyone else. We were able to remain friends about a week or so afterwards. He still persued me, but we were able to continue a friendship. I still hung out with my best friend, Nolan. He was part of the unplanned part. In fact, I think I'll describe it as being hit by a freight train. Matt had waited for me after work one night to take me out to dinner. I had already had plans to visit Nolan so I declined. Thankfully, truly, because I wasn't sure if it would all work out okay going to dinner alone with someone who still loved me so. I wasn't ready to be in that situation.

Matt followed me to Nolan's. He was overly protective and tried to stay too close physically. I was finally able to get him to go home. I handled everything very carefully. Our friendship was still fragile. He hugged me goodbye like a normal friend would do but then pulled me in longer, not like a friend would do. I told him he couldn't be doing that and he left. I returned inside to spend time with Nolan. He and I had been growing closer. I suppose we had been reaching a point for a long time, but I didn't realize it. That night, when I was about to leave, he kissed me. The first time. I can't even describe it.

That was about a month and a half ago. Matt handled things poorly. Very poorly. Immaturely, sadly. However, a week after Nolan and I had started dating Matt started dating my good friend. They are both very happy and both deserve it. Matt is still very bitter but I have tried to help mend that bridge. It hasn't worked.

That's the end of my Peyton Place story. The story from there has been rather undramatic. Nolan and I are supremely happy. He's my best friend and we enjoy every moment together. I can't tell you how often I am late home because we get caught up in conversation. This is how love is supposed to be.

About three weeks ago, I wrecked my car. Something jerked me off onto the rumble strip on the high way. I over corrected and spun across two busy lanes of the freeway and went off the side of the road through the Speedometer Check sign. I ended up with a dent on my trunk, scratches across my bumper, scratches on my passenger side windshield where the sign flew over me, my undercarriage came unscrewed, and my exhaust pipe came loose from the ties that hold it in place. Other than that, all was well. I ended up getting a ticket for driving with my wheels off the roadway for $124 even though it wasn't my fault. I wasn't texting nor doing anything stupid. I was driving home from the college, end of story. When I got home, Nolan was just leaving because I had left a note for him at school to go ahead and come over. Obviously, I was late by a ways. He turned around and came back. I had band practice that evening so he took me to that. The surprise, though, was that he went back to my house and fixed my car to the point where you could never tell that it had had such a crash. I had no idea. He picked me up later and showed me. He had fixed it all. Not to be cliche, but Nolan is my savior. He's come through for me so many times that I doubt I can ever repay him.

Today, I got a message about my image, "I Dream of...". A gal in California wishes to use it in a book that will be distributed at an exposition. I'm thrilled. Completely flattered. This is such an awesome opportunity. Thank you.


In other words, the past few months have been amazing and I'm living as such. I'm so truly happy that the only way I could sum up what is right is in a single word: Everything. Thank you all for your favorites and comments, especially. It really does make a difference.