The text 4 years in the making came through my phone just two weeks ago. “I love how you love love.” I had just finished talking about the proposal celebration I was at earlier when the text was sent to me in reply. The sender, a dear friend here in this city by the sea, had no clue she was calling me out on something I had yet to fully admit. Those closest to me had started to pick up on it over the past year or so, but no one dared brooch the subject. These were uncharted waters, and I’m not just talking about the idea of love itself but the vulnerability of openly admitting my newly-formed fascination with it as well. I have loved before and I do love now, but this statement hasn’t exactly always been true for me. Like I said, the text was a long time coming. But there it was. I saw it on my screen and I knew right away – the jig was up. My number was called. And there was no hiding from the fact anymore. Apparently I wasn’t doing such a stellar job of covering up this situation as well as I thought. I don’t know if I was more shocked at seeing the words on my screen or the ease at which I replied that the statement was true. (of course I added a shhh, don’t tell anyone) Funny how sometimes all it takes is a text message to unknowingly pull you out of hiding. I guess I owe my dear friend a glass or two of bubbly to say thank you. A girl can’t stay in hiding forever. And it was about time I came clean on this one.
Hi. I’m Jennie B, and I am in love with love.
Now that is a statement way beyond 4 years in the making…..and probably one that some of you are pretty shocked to see me admit. Read it again. I actually said it and if you need verification, you know how to get a hold of me.
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*A note to family members reading this: Calm it down. This is not an indication that I’ll be walking down the isle in the near future. It does mean, however, that I have placed marriage back on the table and it is no longer completely ruled out as an option. But like I said, I’m not planning on taking that plunge anytime soon. Trust me. Baby steps. Don’t go putting the cart before the horse, kids. ;)



























