On Life changing events and other nonesense

I've had my life changed too many times to count.
And I hate that.
These were things that made me question who I am, who I was, who I want to be, where I'm headed, and how I'm going to do it.
And I can't remember most of them.
I do know that a lot of books have helped me become who I am, with the most recent and as of yet, largest change in my life being caused by Frank Herberts Dune, and Heinleins Stranger in a Strange Land.

I'm sure that hundreds of thousands of people could say the same. But you know what? This isn't their blog, it's mine. So Fuck off, for now it's about me.
I've always been an avid reader and very open minded about a lot of things. I won't say I'm open minded to everything because I think everyone has lines they acknowledge and refuse to cross.

I sat down to write this morning expecting to have an idea that would explain the headline, but life changing events aren't nonesense (Woah, talk about fucking mindblowing!)

I guess I can't be angry at anyone else since it was my choice to read these books...

anyways, yea...

I had my life changed last night. But this time, it was the scariest leap of faith I'd ever taken.
I told a girl that I loved her. I told her I was scared about that.
She told me she loved me, and that she was scared of it too.

I'm no longer scared to say it, it's past that point, and I have to accept that I said it.
I have to accept that someday these feelings might go away. That scares me.