Oh baby, i was bound for Mexico

So, before i go on and on about how i broke up with Ari and life if new and sad and weird and almost okay, i have to talk about Mexico.

My oldest freind, Deanna, was married this weekend in San Carlos Mexico. Sixty of Deanna and Andy’s friends and family took a chartered bus to the beautiful Mexican beach and watched them get married.

i watched as Deanna looked into his eyes and i watched as the space between their bodies was no longer a void but a part of them. Thier love, for a brief moment, became visible and tangible and everyone felt it rise from the space between them to encompass all of us.  Andy became my family as i became his and Deanna and Andy are now a unit. A one. But still pieces. They are both individual componets of a beautiful and amazing machine that will produce only fantastic things. 

i wanted to write so much more about what happened to me.

About that boy. We all know which one.  And how nothing and everything has changed with him now. And how i love him so much still that i kind of want to die.

BUT!  i won’. i can’t now. Just because this is Deanna’s time.