I’m at my weekly Starbucks rejuvenation appointment, right now. I am leisurely sipping on my caramel frappuccino, contemplating what to blog about while I have this time to myself. I’ve been reading blogs and articles for inspiration, enjoying the night air and trying not to think about how my new bra is accentuating how small my boobs have become.

Its a glorious night, and then here he comes… the boy with the guitar.

I really didn’t even notice it at first (because of the bra thing) but then I hear light notes of music that seem to float through the air like emerald stardust. I look over and… there he is.

He also sings, sweetly and softly.

I am never leaving.