This is a true story of what has happened in my life in the past year. I would have like to have an outline and do this story right but right now I just need to let it out, so for now this will have to suffice and be a kind of diary. So if it's not in the best written form, please forgive me. We met sometime in the fall of 2013. I wasn't interested in her or anyone at this point. I was interested in a different type of relationship. Spiritual. So when I walked into this church, I wasn't expecting any of what I am about to share with you. She was expecting though. Her second child that is. Again, I had no interest in even being a friend. I wasn't seeking friends, I was seeking spiritual healing. Which was achieved for a while. In a few months I was where I wanted to be. Having a relationship with God that I hadn't found anywhere or with anyone. I was starting to let go of my old habits and some of my friends. So I began talking to some of the people around my age at church and wanting to get involved in music. I've played drums pretty much for half my life so of course I wanted to get involved and play. Turns out she plays drums too, and is actually good. How awesome, I thought. An actual good girl drummer. Still not interested though. She was very pretty but again she was very pregnant at the time I met her, oh and very married to the bass player. How could I possibly be into her? No way, never in a million years. Well, months went by and we exchanged numbers and became Facebook friends. We started chatting one night randomly. Getting to know each other, you know the usual when you meet someone. We talked about who knows what but before I knew it, it was 3am and it was as if we were only talking for an hour. It was the strangest thing, I thought, because I'm very antisocial/ introvert and don't talk to people for very long. So I was surprised we talked so long. I asked my sister if this is normal or if her and her friends talk this long, she says not always but it happens. So I thought nothing of it. But as weeks started to go by, we started talking much more often and much more frequently. And it was always at night past midnight and It never bothered me to lose sleep because I had such a good time talking to her. At the time I was working part time so I had a lot of time on my hands. Coincidentally, she lived a block away from me. One block! I could walk there no problem. She calls me one day and asks if I would like to go to the bank with her and run an errand. It caught me off guard a little bc who wants to do that and who asks someone if they want to join them to run boring errands? Nonetheless, I said yes cuz I was bored and I liked talking to her. So that became a habit. I would do errands with her. Go to the bank, go to target, go grocery shopping. Sometimes with her kids. Sometimes alone bc her younger sis would take care of them. Well anyway, I loved doing errands with her. We made each other laugh, and smile. The time flew by so fast when we were together. By this point, I knew I had a crush but there was no way no how I was ever going to act on these feelings. I mean they had to go away, it's just not possible to like someone who is totally unavailable. It'll pass... Or so I thought. We hung out a lot, talked a lot. There was flirting but not the obvious kind. It was mostly with the eyes and smirks. The smiles we gave each other. Subtle flirting. People at church noticed we started becoming really good friends. We dressed alike, we liked a lot of the same music. Both of our birthdays are in February. Mine in the beginning and hers at the end. Our friendship was blossoming. It was such a great time.