While my blueberry muffins are in the oven...

Day 21: Someone you judged by their (his/her) first impression.

Dear someone I judged by his/her first impression,

I really did. I thought I had you down. I really didn't even give it a second thought. You were the person I met freshman year, and I never looked back. But then I did, and I saw how much you've changed. Every day I'm amazed by that journey. I love learning more about it, what turns you took, who shaped you, how you changed. And who you were before, back then, when I thought I knew you. Because, obviously, people are too complex to truly understand at first impression. I question whether I truly know anyone at all.

Every day you surprise me (is that the correct every day? everyday? everyday is an adjective or adverb, right?). You literally amaze me every day (I think that is right because every modifies day and everyday is like an everyday occurance. I've learned this many times and if I were less lazy I'd look it up. But this is my blog, my rules.). By how deep your thoughts are, what you think about life and death and people and issues, your talents, your dreams. God, you're talented. I don't even think you realize it anymore. But when you play for me, I can't help but be capitvated. The way your mind works.... It's not at all like mine, and that's good. I think that's part of the draw. My drive to understand you, the way you think, really get in there and understand everything about who you are as a person. You're so much more complex than you let on, so quiet...so...inside yourself? And that interests me. I feel like I've never really known you at all, and every time is just like scratching the surface. And I never get bored.

I didn't look back the first time because I thought I had you pegged. From freshman year to freshman year. But I'm glad I did. Because it's been infinitely worth it.

Love love,
Lauren