For the past few weeks I've been imagining my life told through a story. Sure I'd only have chapters in a seemingly infinite novel, but I keep day dreaming about how I'd tell the story. And in doing this I begin to remember more and more about my beginnings, the way I felt when I first saw him or met them. And how I developed relationships with people who where once living on a completely separate life track, those who now weave in an out of my own life track often. I want to tell all the rises and falls and tighten up all the loose ends. So I can begin to see all the blank pages still ahead of me instead of trying to go back and re-write the pages of my past.