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Beauty in the breakdown

Today was a very weird day. I had some of the most bizarre dreams but they made sense. They weren’t bizarre as in crazy, they just really touched me since I could understand them quite well. Not sure if they came to me from reading everyone’s dating posts but somehow it made me have dreams about 2 women that I really should of talked to but since I wasn’t in the right state of mind, I declined. They were both attractive, charming, delightful, friendly, polite. I really loved being in their presence when I was there.
Woman 1: I knew her since 5th grade. She was in gifted; the classes with the advanced kids, known as honors/magnet in high school. My mother, for some reason, wouldn’t allow me to be in gifted. We used to talk off/on whenever we saw each other, was too young to say, “Hey, may I have your number so that I can marry you when we are both 18?” She has gorgeous hair to this day. My sophomore year in high school, I caught the bus to school. About a block down (more like 30 feet) was her bus stop. I was too shy to say hello or any of that good stuff. 10th grade was my rebel year, parents going through divorce. I didn’t say a word to her, not even a bloody hi. Yes, I regret it, I really think I could have done better in those situations but hey, I wasn’t as “happy” as I am now.
Woman 2: I met her my senior year in high school, she was the smiling 24/7 type. I could make her laugh any minute of the day. When ever we spoke to accouter, there was major flirting. We both graduated that year, both planned to go to AIU so that we could obtain our bachelors in Information Technology. 2nd semester at AIU, I had Latin American Culture (gag). She just happen to be in it, we spoke to eachother on/off again. This time, it was a more, why don’t you ask me for my number kind of thing. You think I took advantage of the situation and asked her for it? Nope. I slacked off and at the end of the semester, switched colleges (I changed my major from Information Technology to Nursing, I had a brief run in with death. I soon found out Nursing is what I wanted to do, I wanted to help people, be around people.) I asked one of my friends that still goes to AIU for her email address at the school, sent a email but it seems she never checks her school email account (Like most people at that bloody school). I have to visit AIU a couple of times this week for transcripts but I’m hoping I catch her one of those days.
Beauty in the break down.. too much of it.