...As I see it.
I have always had empathy, a sense of something coming maybe.
So this is hard because I genuinely don't know what will come- but here it goes.
I was born in Mexico and left behind at ten days old. About ten months later I came to live with my family in the United States. I think it's important, because I think my story has a lot to do with love but not necessarily the romantic kind. It's kind of tale of finding myself.
So I am in the U.S. and suddenly lose my mom at age 14. It was the Y2K era and the internet and AOL had become a thing. I worked on college applications on my own and ended up going off to college. I will always remember a girl that I connect to online who had lost her father during that time. I think she greatly influenced what I wrote that would eventually get me into to college. I just knew her at Britany.
Then I moved and ran with college. I loved it. Freedom. I was free to do whatever I wanted, but I have always tried to infuse some reason or strategy into my decisions. So I tried to have fun but remembered I was there for school first. I went home for holiday break and found something special tucked away in a box and to this day remains a mystery to me.
I returned to college and resumed my journey. There was a guy who caught my attention and I remember when he walked up to me as we were being introduced and thought "It's you." Simple, but not life changing in and of itself- I was typically a pretty social person. Nothing other than a friendship developed with him as he was looking to date other people.
I studied languages and flew across the ocean to Study in France at some point. Prior to arriving in France, I stopped by London and checked it out for a few days. There was a guy on a subway who I introduced myself and exchanged numbers with. We agreed to meet up, but through a series of events, I overslept and went out alone that night; the next day heading to France. Once I settled in France and had a chance, I called the number the guy had given me and left a quick short message- something to the effect of I'm sorry we couldn't meet up, I hope everything goes well for you. I spend some time in France and learn.
I start working and am traveling home from Spain after a private event. I am boarding the plane after completely annihilating the friendship with the guy from that I met freshman year at the party- we would no longer be in each others lives in no significant way beyond that point. But I think it's for the best.
I was finishing up studying again and traveling when I take a trip abroad that changes my life. I came home changed. Shortly after, I quit my job and decided that I wanted to take a step away to figure out my next step; I had no plan.
A few days later I'm walking around a store trying to cure my stress through good old retail therapy when out of the corner of my eye I see a guy and my world spins, Literally spins. I felt like I had been hit over the head and I was like that's him, that's the guy I'm going to marry. Mind you I have no idea who or what he is, he's just a figure I can barely make out other than looking like a person.
Now I am not a shy person, and there was a running joke between my friend that I could talk to a wall and that I was constantly asking people to eat with me- for any reason. I also am not foreign to being flirted with although I would rather not prefer it and do not seek out the attention on my own.
So there this guy in a store and there is me who is freaking out. I gather the courage and go for it. I say a prayer and walk up to him and say, " Hi, I'm My name". Obviously not impressive, but pretty straightforward. I keep my head steady but then I can't take it anymore and just leave.
I can't figure out why I got scared but I did and was trying to gather the courage to try again when I spotted his dad. Introduced myself to him and gave him my card. Nothing.
I moved on and got engaged and couldn't shake off the idea that there was already sone who made my world spin, even if he never called. So the engagement got called off (also for other reasons).
These are all my stories.
I have always had empathy, a sense of something coming maybe.
So this is hard because I genuinely don't know what will come- but here it goes.
I was born in Mexico and left behind at ten days old. About ten months later I came to live with my family in the United States. I think it's important, because I think my story has a lot to do with love but not necessarily the romantic kind. It's kind of tale of finding myself.
So I am in the U.S. and suddenly lose my mom at age 14. It was the Y2K era and the internet and AOL had become a thing. I worked on college applications on my own and ended up going off to college. I will always remember a girl that I connect to online who had lost her father during that time. I think she greatly influenced what I wrote that would eventually get me into to college. I just knew her at Britany.
Then I moved and ran with college. I loved it. Freedom. I was free to do whatever I wanted, but I have always tried to infuse some reason or strategy into my decisions. So I tried to have fun but remembered I was there for school first. I went home for holiday break and found something special tucked away in a box and to this day remains a mystery to me.
I returned to college and resumed my journey. There was a guy who caught my attention and I remember when he walked up to me as we were being introduced and thought "It's you." Simple, but not life changing in and of itself- I was typically a pretty social person. Nothing other than a friendship developed with him as he was looking to date other people.
I studied languages and flew across the ocean to Study in France at some point. Prior to arriving in France, I stopped by London and checked it out for a few days. There was a guy on a subway who I introduced myself and exchanged numbers with. We agreed to meet up, but through a series of events, I overslept and went out alone that night; the next day heading to France. Once I settled in France and had a chance, I called the number the guy had given me and left a quick short message- something to the effect of I'm sorry we couldn't meet up, I hope everything goes well for you. I spend some time in France and learn.
I start working and am traveling home from Spain after a private event. I am boarding the plane after completely annihilating the friendship with the guy from that I met freshman year at the party- we would no longer be in each others lives in no significant way beyond that point. But I think it's for the best.
I was finishing up studying again and traveling when I take a trip abroad that changes my life. I came home changed. Shortly after, I quit my job and decided that I wanted to take a step away to figure out my next step; I had no plan.
A few days later I'm walking around a store trying to cure my stress through good old retail therapy when out of the corner of my eye I see a guy and my world spins, Literally spins. I felt like I had been hit over the head and I was like that's him, that's the guy I'm going to marry. Mind you I have no idea who or what he is, he's just a figure I can barely make out other than looking like a person.
Now I am not a shy person, and there was a running joke between my friend that I could talk to a wall and that I was constantly asking people to eat with me- for any reason. I also am not foreign to being flirted with although I would rather not prefer it and do not seek out the attention on my own.
So there this guy in a store and there is me who is freaking out. I gather the courage and go for it. I say a prayer and walk up to him and say, " Hi, I'm My name". Obviously not impressive, but pretty straightforward. I keep my head steady but then I can't take it anymore and just leave.
I can't figure out why I got scared but I did and was trying to gather the courage to try again when I spotted his dad. Introduced myself to him and gave him my card. Nothing.
I moved on and got engaged and couldn't shake off the idea that there was already sone who made my world spin, even if he never called. So the engagement got called off (also for other reasons).
These are all my stories.