Boomerang.

Things have been returning to me lately. Coming back to me ever more so gracefully than they left. I was recently suprised when I was told that someone oh so familiar to the right side of my brain, yet oh so unfamiliar to my touch wanted to speak with me again after a year. I was even more suprised when the conversation went pleasently. I care more than he's ever known and I don't feel like it's wrong to do so anymore.

Migraines. I do not appreciate them, but they remind me of childhood. One day I had such a terrible migraine that I threw up a whole ceaser salad my mother had brought home from work.

The unexplainable, little, red bumps on my legs have returned after many years away. When I was younger I had them on my upper arms and thighs, like my sister. We would sit on her bed in our undies and pop our bumps together. Nothing but blood and clear fluid ever came out but it was almost addicting. I've noticed that now that they're back, even though on my shins and calves, I cannot stop picking at them. Some habits don't leave. They just rest dormant until you're tempted.

A relationship with the most influential person to ever be involved in my life is also returning. Things are not the same as they use to be and they never will be. We are not meant to be together, but we are meant to be with eachother... through it all. I thought I was the only one who believed that until he stepped up. He's really becoming the great man I always knew he could become.                 

It's a beautiful thing to have you in my life, love.

My dreams; you know the ones in which two posts ago I was wishing would recur, have in fact recurred. I was awakened this morning by the sweet voice of Grace (my best friend's mother who lets me live in her home) saying, "You might want to wake up hun". I had fallen asleep expecting to wake up in fifteen minutes like I had everytime Megan's alarm went off for the past three weeks. This morning was different, or rather... normal. I fell asleep and began to dream. I dreamt for an hour that felt like six and woke up sweating profusely from every crevase in my tremoring body. I cannot recall the events of the dream now, but I am excited to dream again tonight and hold in something to question throughout the day tomorrow.