sign

i've been having a convergence of signs lately. everything is coming up 11's.

my birthday is 11/11. and for the last few weeks, 11 have dominated my life. i made $11.11 in tips a week ago. at the blood drive the other day i was #11. my clock stoped at 11:11 the other night. and other such strangeness.

but it all simply leads me to believe that i am where i'm supposed to be. so i have been calmed by it.

then, last night (not at 11, but at 1:15am) my phone rang 11 times. then stopped. and rang again. i thought it was egan, so i picked up. (granted it took me a lot of rings, but i was trying to figure out who would be calling me and why.) the voice on the other end asked if i knew who it was, and i was afraid to even venture a guess. tim... shawn (though he's never called me)... cole. none of them seemed right. none of them would be playing this guessing game with me. after a couple hints, i realized who it was. it was V. and as good as it was to hear his voice, i was never prepared for the words that came from him.

he apologized. said he'd been an ass. said he'd behaved poorly, and wasn't entirely sure why. said he was sorry for not responding to me. i told him it had been months, and i wasn't angry.

he hedged around feelings, but expressed them well to my ear. i told him i loved him too, and always would.

he said some of the nicest things he's ever said to me.

he told me he would be in the area in about 5 months and would like to see me then.

and, while it wasn't an 11, it gave me hope and sign that i am exactly where i'm supposed to be.