Happy To Be Wrong

I wrote that last post drunkenly as I was very much annoyed with Manny.  At the time, I meant it.  But after we had our few days at the hotel room together the next week, everything changed.  I don't know what, but it did.  I am happy now and I don't feel like I am settling and forgetting myself by ending up with Manny.  On the contrary -- I feel like losing Manny would be like losing a part of myself, a part of my life.

Ignore my previous post.  I am happy to be wrong about that, even if I felt right about it at the time.

Thanks for bein' patient.