Another Chapter

I want you to know that here on my blog I will be editing and modifying some of the new book I am writing. And you should also know that while I call this a memoir of sorts, it is actually a novel. It is narrated by a character named Casey, not kj. And it is 100% Casey's story and Casey's perspective. Reality has a way of being seen differently, depending on where you stand.
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The chapters I post will not be in any logical order, (I am also not writing them in any logical order!) and I am going to try to mostly post short chapters, not long ones. Still, I hope the flavor of this story of love and bonds comes through. I thought the name of the book would be "Mutiny On The Open Heart", and I'm still considering that. But I recently discovered (uncovered) that this will be a book most of all about BONDS. So perhaps there will be other titles that make more sense.
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Anyway, here is a second chapter. No obligation to read it of course, but you should also know I orgasmically love the feedback. :)

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Just about three years ago, I fell in love. At first sight, which was quite a feat since sight wasn’t involved until six months later. At first, I was intoxicated by elegant words that wrapped around my curious mind, vocabulary like petrichor and phrases that bounced from the traditional to the reckless. Then I was intoxicated by voice: an Americanized foreign accent that was at once soft and gentle and wild and harsh. This was not the kind of falling in love I had ever experienced before . For one thing, I am 22 years committed to a woman I adore and admire. Until one August in Blogland, when I received an innocuous email that would change everything, I was comfortable and content and unaware that my heart had reserved a good sized space for a new passion to creep in and settle into.
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This was a different kind of falling in love. It was to be a three year journey that would open me wide and wound me wild. But it was also a journey even now I can’t imagine not taking. I fell into it from the first moment, and despite too many reasons to regret the whole damn thing, regret is probably the tiniest emotion clanging around in this whole damn mess.