I don't understand how I got here.



Rewind the tape to winter break. I was living in an apartment with my two gradually fading best friends and drunk at an apartment in the Villages off University. She walks in and I think she looks amazing right away, and somewhere through my drunkenness and the holiday themed turtle neck and vest I was wearing, somewhere in my mind I was telling myself to at least get a name to put to a face. I wasn't thinking about the possibility of ever seeing her around after that night. She left that night and I didn't exactly make headway, though I felt all right about it with the alcohol still swimming inside me. The next morning I wished I did things a little differently.

But these things rarely ever work out so perfectly.

Fast forward awhile later. Past losing some of my best friends, being evicted from my apartment, and losing my job; bottoming out somewhere back in my old room at my parent's house. I'm not too sure about the details, but somehow this girl is someone I've been wasting all my time with lately. I don't understand how it worked out like this, but I'm hardly about questioning why it did. I got lucky. Having someone like her around can easily make you feel like you're somebody when you know you're not.