Telling my story

I think I had started to become daunted by the process of meeting someone and feeling like there has been so much life before this moment, so many experiences, people, connections triumphs and struggles that brought me to this point....how would I ever go about explaining all of that to someone new?

Then, out of the blue, I find myself in that exact position.  Laughing at his stories; freely sharing mine. 

I am beginning to think it less a chore and more a joy as we explore each other through our pasts in all the tarnished glory, the laughter filled present, and the hints of possibilities for tomorrow and beyond.

Smiling.  Smiling.