My laptop's still on top of my faux wood table... and yes, I'm still my cyberloafing self.
A year has passed since I professed.
A year of stories written.
A year of stories read.
A year of humbling opportunities to meet some who live my vicarious life.
It was a bittersweet journey of letting go and holding on. I learned, unlearned and relearned. Cliche as it may seem, I am still under construction... after throwing things away just to take in more complications.
Through this space I was able to cross paths with wonderful writers who, I'm glad to have found out to be even more wonderful persons. I am blessed by you and I am honored by your time.
Now where to Darc Diarist, where to?
I mark this day.
I mark this time.
For the one who fell in love... IS now in love.