Personal post alert!

Reading through Ooma's archives reminded me of myself - maybe a couple years ago - maybe now. I am one of those hopeless romantics - I write long, desperately loving letters to my husband when I have to be away from him. I have written my share of crappy poems and still do, occasionally. I have an extremely fertile imagination and can day-dream myself to death :)

Note: Only the good tyhings in the post apply to Ooma! I wouldn't wish my craziness on any one :p Oh, and we DO like you, Ooma! :)

Most of all, I think I have an enormous capacity to love - I am passionate about being in love - kinda explains why I was dating since I got into High School, till I found my man in Engineering College. I know that each of the people I dated, I loved them like they were my everything. Call me a fool, but I loved each and every single one of them with my all. I betrayed some and some betrayed me, but the love was always consummate and completely focused on the person in question.

I might have scared a few people with the mad intensity of my emotions :) I may have suffocated a few in the relationships with me. Now when I think back, I chalk some of it down to immaturity and insecurity. I wasn't confident enough in myself or settled enough in my skin to take the world on, on my terms. I still give my all to the person I am in love with - the difference now, is that I know how to be loved back the same way :)