Hope.

Sometimes you find hope in weird places.

Like when you meet your favorite blogger.

In front of Cafe Rio.

And you run up to her, and stop her and her husband.

Just so you can tell her you follow her blog.

She's all beautiful, and wearing a cute striped shirt, gray jeans, and combat boots.

You're wearing your Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt, old jeans, beat up slippers, no make up, and greasy bunned up hair.

And she hugs you.

And in that 2 seconds.

You feel the warmth of hope.

Tickling your heart and tummy.

She asks you about your blog.

You tell her it's sweary.

She asks for the url anyway.

And you feel so honored.

That your favorite blogger.

Might read your words.

That you wish.

Changed something.

Who is this blogger?

Meg.

m2story.blogspot.com

I love her dearly.