Yes.

Heart beating like a hammer and how he sneaked in behind me. And those sea salt blue eyes, grey slate eyes that you could spend three lifetimes in. Too soon to think that way though but the subtle way he got closer to show me the pictures and when I grabbed his arm and the face lit up and I just had totally forgotten what that's like. Absolutely intoxicating. His smile was like when you close your eyes and try to permanently impress some fleetingly impossibly beautiful passing moment into your forever memory. Like as a kid at Myrtle Beach and it's the last time you'll stand in that hallway smelling the ocean and hearing the gulls, drapes flapping against the hotel window car's all loaded up time for the long trek home. The impossible fragility of that moment and how it tears your heart but how, somehow, that's where life really resides. In that moment.

It's nice just to be back out there. Possibilities feel limitless. Even if it doesn't last. I wrote that night, the night of the breakdown, there is someone in the world you were meant to be with. And you were born with her. The rest is anyone's guess. So make good decisions. And I will. Those giant arms around me and a good night, I have never even thought about dating someone that muscular. And attractive. And soft spoken. The rest is anyone's guess.