One year ago today, this time to the minute, she came and sat down on the bench next to me.  “Are you okay?” she asked.
     “Nervous,” I responded.  I was shaky, worn out from the prior week, and hadn’t slept a wink.
     “Me, too,” she said.  “Let me see your eyes.”
     I looked over my sunglasses.  “Let me see yours.”
     We peered into each others’ souls.

     And that was what began the most terrifying, enlightening and wonderful journey I’ve ever taken.

Rascal Flatts: Here

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saXYgBRas9Y)

     Happy Anniversary, baby.  I love you.

Sometimes its kind of interesting when I wake up with music stuck in my head.  I think I could get used to it again.  Heck, it beats not wanting to get out of bed.

     Several friends have said something similar …

You have to make choices to make YOUR life a happier place
If she wants to join in and bring even more happiness in then great.
But her destructive shit has to stop.
It’s destroying you, my friend.
And that’s all I have to say.

     Problem is … like I told him … I don’t care …

     Some things are worth holding onto.  I met one.  And that’s what I’m gonna do.  Period.  The end.

     And I’d lose friends over this one.  So, fuck ya’ll.

     And if she’d heard that Journey song right after …

     Wow.

This rainbow capped off a rather crummy day.  Like always, its whats at the end of the rainbow that counts.  Its very nice to see the sky smile at you.

The Wildcat and the Volunteer are finally together.

Permanently.

I’m moving to Tennessee!

We really found out who our friends were at Mary Breckinridge Hospital — maybe two or three — and the rest can kiss our asses! In Knoxville, Mark’s friends became better friends than I ever had in Leslie County. When they ask you how you’re doing, they really mean it. And when they say they love you, they really mean it, too.

At this moment, we’re right where we need to be. We’re right where we belong. We’re soulmates. Right where God intended us to be, and nobody can keep us apart.

Mark, I love you with all my heart. I’ve never met anyone who’d fight this hard for me. You proved it… you proved your love. Because you stuck by me when no one else would, you showed things that no one else ever has. Your showed me what true love is.

And for that, all I can do is return that and say, thank you so much. 

Kenny Chesney: Better as Memory

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBgNbSA4WdM)

But he finally met somebody he can’t just be a memory to.

Oh, baby… I love you.

Always.

So to all the ladies before me, thank you for moving over so the Wildcat could move in!

Nine Inch Nails: We’re in This Together

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1Zulx4mjHk)

     I’ll leave the write-up for later.

     Took a little break, and then picked it up again — no pun intended.  That guitar kills my fingers. 

     They bleed … it hurts to type.

     Been working with a new company a little lately, introducing some of my customers and doing a bit of cross-promotion.  I’ve also been working on some experimental car stuff a bit and doing a bit of research. 

     But all in all, not one single bit of it makes me miss my Wildcat any less.

     Now, even YouTube hates me … Just click the links under the videos.

Dido: Thank You

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1CjbcqhGyU)

Colby Caillat: Bubbly

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PWfB4lurT4)

     Miss you, baby.

     So I’m sitting around reading some of the poetic works of Edgar Allen Poe, and what should pop up?  Just an excerpt from the 1849 poem, “For Annie“:

  She tenderly kissed me,
    She fondly caressed,
  And then I fell gently
    To sleep on her breast–
  Deeply to sleep
    From the heaven of her breast.
  When the light was extinguished,
    She covered me warm,
  And she prayed to the angels
    To keep me from harm–
  To the queen of the angels
    To shield me from harm.
  And I lie so composedly,
    Now in my bed
  (Knowing her love)
    That you fancy me dead–
  And I rest so contentedly,
    Now in my bed,
  (With her love at my breast)
    That you fancy me dead–
  That you shudder to look at me.
    Thinking me dead.
  But my heart it is brighter
    Than all of the many
  Stars in the sky,
    For it sparkles with Annie–
  It glows with the light
    Of the love of my Annie–
  With the thought of the light
    Of the eyes of my Annie.

     Longing … waiting … Clearly, it can drive you mad.

     I miss my Wildcat.

Keith Anderson: I Still Miss You

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlEsRtKR-mk)

Bill Withers: Ain’t No Sunshine

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo)

Bill Withers: Lovely Day

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DnUxLISFcA)

     Miss you, baby.