Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I think Spring is coming. It's in the air even though it's still cold, I can tell by the sun and the birds. Thank goodness. I'm not sure I'll get get used to winter. I'm so looking forward to being in Florida for a few days. I'm going to go to my old school on Friday afternoon. On Saturday I'm going to hang out with Natalie and my friend Arie. He was away at Thanksgiving so I'm looking forward to seeing him. He kind of reminds me of Alex.

One of our choir songs for the spring concert is "Something's Coming" from West Side Story. I used to hate it but it's growing on me. I think my outlook is changing. I'm finally starting to get out of my rut. I still hate winter, and I still miss Josh, but I feel like something good is coming.

Molly says if I'm not going to tell Josh how I feel, I have to start to accept that Josh isn't going to be the great love of my life. I guess that's the first step in letting him go. But if it isn't Josh, who is it? I just wish the great love of my life would find me. I want him to come along and sweep me off my feet. I'm ready to have my world turned upside down. Where is he?

Terry came to rehearsals yesterday to see Jennifer and there were sparks flying all over the place. They seem so crazy about each other. I want that. I want sparks and electricity. I just want my guy to come along so that I can have that. It was be an extra bonus if he'd come along before the prom.

Here's my open letter to Cupid:

Dear Cupid,

If you can hear me and you're inclined to answer my plea, this is what I want: I want someone who will turn my world upside down to show up. I don't care about height or whether he has brown eyes or blue, he just has to be smart, funny, and cute. Really, you can just use Josh as your model for what I
want. And if you could leave him on my doorstep so that I don't accidently miss him that would be even better.

I know this is a tough order to fill, but the sooner the better, because patience has never been my strong suit.

Thanks, Cupid.

LOVE,
Nicole Bradford

P.S. - Now get out there and start shooting some arrows for me.

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