Maybe I’ll write a book one day!

I seem to make excuses, for not writing all the time. But truth be told there's just so much of rambling in this mind of mine that I get lazy to put it down on paper.
May be I'd write a book someday about the random rambling of a coherent mind (or is it non coherent). I am still trying to figure out where to begin the first chapter from.
Should I start with the shy school girl who was always insecure about EVERYTHING she did or should I begin with the sort of selfconfident Tom boy that she grew up to be in high school, or is it the non bothered  fearless & content young lady that she was in law school (mind you; she's great at hiding her fears).
Every stage of life taught her things that shape the person she is today. 
She's not your ordinary run of the mill woman; she's way more than that( even if it's I, who says so).
Well, maybe I will write a book about her after all. She seem to sort of grow on you. No shades of grey in her life. It's just black or white.
Loving to her came as easy as breathing. She loved the boy with all her heart and knew well enough that he would one day break it. She chose to get hurt over hiding and not falling in love at all.
She fell for the young man too... But was scared this time to get hurt again, so she pulled at the strings and walked away before the young man had a chance to say that he too cared for her.
Loving to her is necessary so she took a leap of faith third time around (3rd time lucky). And this time it was love that we see in the movies, that every girl dreams of. He didn't say he loved her or that he cared... He told her that no matter what he was always going to be there.
She's confident yet silently hiding her fears that it's surreal and he'd eventually walk away.

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