Here and now, I could finally say that such a thing called love does exist. And its instant. People just dont see it or recognize it for that split second when it happens. Maybe because we are indeed too blind to see through things that are so right or maybe were just too dumb to even believe such a thing can occur in the first place.  Love at first sight only happens in the movies.  Lust at first sight, wellthat happens almost every day, any given time.

But see, Ive always been an optimist about everything except for love I guess. For a long time love has always disappointed me in every possible way. And not just for me, but for my friends as well and all the people I know for that matter. I see it in the movies, the books I read, I hear it at work, from strangers outside; all love problems this and that, haunting every one of us, making us believe that maybe this time it might be for real. And of course we fall for it, but somehow we all manage to bring ourselves back up and do it all over again and again and again.

So from that point on, I couldve sworn that I have given up on love. Until that day, seven years ago when this person walked into the room and I saw it happened instantly.

Of course this isnt my story, I wish it was. But its an inspiration anyhow about denial, struggle, lies, hard times, and believing. And somehow altogether that sums up the very love that was already created in the beginning way before denial and struggle. They were just too distracted to see it. But I did. And thank god for that because if it wasnt for my courageous self and tantalizing words of wisdom, all ***** wouldve broken loose, thats for sure.

So where was Iseven years ago when this person walked into the room and I saw it happened instantly. I literally saw two hearts jumping out of their chest, flying onto the air and meeting half way to blend together and make this big ole gigantic heart beating as one.

Maybe not. But I saw what was the most amazing thing ever, which was my best friend, Bette Porter, the womanizer of West Hollywood, the player of the players, was in awe for the first time at someone other than art. And I knew it. Right then and there that this look was indeed trouble.