it's strange...

every now and then we just meet people. they come along. and then somerhing just draws you into them. it's inexplicable. even with a past that warns you to beware or cautious, you find yourself giving in to the notion of: "the past is the past. I need to carry on." and then you do.
you hit a couple of potholes, distractions and detours. nevertheless, doesn't it feel good to at least try? we're never going to get everything we want; but for the time being, we get what we need. think about that.