It's been a while. I guess that's because I didn't see the need to write. Or maybe because I found him. You know. HIM. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We met last October on the bike path. Not that we just both happened to be on the bike path, but we both enjoyed riding bikes. We both rode with the same group on Wednesdays. We met and struck up conversation. There was something about him. Maybe it was the big blue eyes. Or the mystery. Maybe.

A few months into our cycling adventures we began dating. Jesus. It was perfect. Anytime we were together it was fucking amazing. We rode bikes together, did rides that I would have never done on my own. We climbed peaks together. Survived a major cycling accident- which I am still slightly crippled from and will forever be reminded of him every time I see the scar. I will think of him every time I look at my latest tattoo also. I didn't get it for him or because of him. The fact that I got it during a time of my life that was spent with him won't allow me to look at it and not think of him.