Prelude and Preparation

So I learned something interesting about myself this weekend. I DO want it. I just don't know in what form, how, when, or where. It is no secret that I am no fan of Valentine's Day, even though I have never spent one alone, and this year looks to be no different, when I'm still not quite single-ish. Story of my life. And a whole 'nother topic. Expect the yearly Rant to appear in a few weeks. I've already got the title of the post ready, but I'm making myself wait until February 1 to post, otherwise you'll hear more of it than you want.

Let me just preface by saying that while in a Barnes & Noble this weekend I stumbled across a book that I became fascinated with when I first saw it at a store in Denver: Other People's Love Letters, compiled and edited by Bill Shapird. It's a collection of found notes, simple letters from one to another, on post-it notes, message pads-it's not some sappy outpouring of love but the real, everyday sort of love that you know is true. After perusing the shelves I found another that garnered my obsession: PostSecret by Frank Warren, now in it's third volume. Apparently this guy left stamped, addressed postcards in random places with simple instructions: write on it one secret that you've never told anyone and drop it into the mail. Wow. I could fill up a whole book by myself. Let's start with this one: I was in love with him, and never said anything.

My bluntness is hidden in that fact that you, my dear friend, do not know who him is. Maybe its hims, as this seems to be a recurring event in my life. One, Two, Three...better not to keep count. Story of my life. I didn't buy the books.