Can I Tell You a Story?

Its a good one!  One that always made me happy.  So snuggle up.  Grab some hot choc and get ready.

This is the story of a prince and a princess...It starts with "Once upon a time"...and ends with "And they all lived happily ever after".


NOT!!!  Seriously?  real life stories aren't like that.  But snuggle up anyway.  Its still a decent story :)


Rewind to my freshman year at BYU.   I was a young and naive co-ed...drunk on my new-found power to stay up (and out) late...and do what I wanted without worrying about the parentals.

Around October ish...I met Mickey.  (Actually I'll be totally honest I totally remember....its not an ish.  It was October 11th)  He was a stellar guy.  Made me laugh and smile.  And gave me just the right amount of drama to satisfy my 19 year old need.

He was kind and sweet...he fit everything that was on the list...which at the time was preventatively LONG!
There were many good times.  And DOZENS of memories.
We shared a deep love for music, and an interest in Poli-Sci. A mild obsession with Psych.  And of course, an appreciation for sports.

Our relationship was another one of those rocket ship ones.  Fast to start...but eventually stalls out.  There just wasn't enough there for a true lasting relationship.  Yes we had made plans.  But it was just too much.  Outside influences came in and set us straight a bit.  And so we parted ways...amicably of course

I met Knight in Shining Armor, Cheerio Boy, The Singer, The Ball Player, CD Maker, Missionary, Taylor Swift Boy, Handsy, Beautiful Blue Eyes, Enigma, Chicken Boy, Boy Next Door, Clark Kent, Farm Boy........all ending in nothing or disaster :)
He met plenty of girls I am sure.  Though I guess I can't really say.
I finished my degree.  He finished his and started a second.
He moved off to law school.  Then I moved off to nursing school.  I grew up.  And he got all his ducks in a row.

But throughout all that debacle...Mickey never really left.  He became the guy I compared all the rest to.  He was the ideal...the bench mark.

Now why am I telling you this story?
Cause Mickey's back.  Like really back...not just in the back of my mind.

So here is the true question.  The purpose of my ramblings.
Do I go with the safe thing??  Or do I take the risk??