I met the girl of my dreams!

I met the girl of my dreams. I did! No, no it's nothing like that (not that there's anything wrong with that). I met the girl of my writing dreams, her name is, Stephanie Klein. She was all that I imagined, all New York girl without the attitude. It was so exciting to see her for the first time...her hair wasn't as red as I imagined, it's more strawberry blonde, her makeup was flawless and her smile warming.
After the workshop I flitted around the room talking to a few teachers all the while preparing to make my way for my introduction. After all, I couldn't get this close and not introduce myself. When I was done with the preliminaries I got in line (there was one person a head of me) to shake her hand. As I approached we made eye contact and I kind of wanted to run out of the room but it was far too late for that.

"Hi, Stephanie. I read your blog and... wanted to introduce myself...Maria"

Reaching both hands out to grasp my one as she smiles.

"Oh, thank you, tell me your name again?..."

"Maria"

"Maria"

Then we chatted a bit, you know, as writers do...

What I learned from Stephanie Klein:

Do it.

Don't be afraid.

I want to make a difference in this world, I want to write honestly and with all my heart. I'm a bit afraid but I'm going to Do it anyway.

I sat on the bed with you, wrapped up in your arms wishing you would stay. I wished you could see how much that I needed you. My head rested on your superman tatoo, I breathed in your scent and I wished that you could save me. From myself.
You took my face in your hands and turned my head to you. Your eyes looked sad.

"You know what's so sad?, Your beautiful and you don't even know it", you whispered and then you left.