I still remember the first time I walked into our current building. It was a converted call center with two floor, and each large room seemed to be the size of a football field. It was an open floor plan, as all call centers are, with diagonal rows of desk streaming across each floor. Myself and a few coworkers had stopped by on our lunch break to get a preview of our new facility. It was freshly painted with color coded columns to identify the location of each team. Our team, the portal team, was identified by the color beige. I guess we didn’t show up the day they were picking colors. Beige always seemed to me as a non color. I always had the desire to throw a football or frisbee across the room, but regrettable never did. Walking in I would never think I would be here for six years, and I had know idea that my life would change so much over these few years. I spent most of my time on the second floor, although I did spend time working in a small support room on the first floor during a short temporary work assignment. That was the same room Jadie now worked. It is kind of funny she ended up sitting in the same desk I sat at during that year. Looking back over those years I can’t regret much I had an opportunity to learn many new skills, work with a diverse set of teams, learn the insane logic of corporate America, but out of all these things not many things would come close to have the impact of the little brunette working on the first floor. Ironically during the last years in this building I thought I was fall off course with no direction in site, but little did I know I was only now headed back to my true self and was about to rediscovery my passion and purpose in life. I can’t say it was all Jadie. Of course she will be forever be the shining beacon reminding me the way home when days get dark, but I pull myself up out of this downward spiral. I was a mess during the last of the years in the building, if you ask her she would say I am still a mess, but the truth is I’m not. I still love her with an insane passion that is defies reason, but she will never understand that’s just the nature of true love. Some call it infatuation, some might call it delusion or madness, but I know it’s now. Infatuation fades, madness and delusion leaves you lost. My love has never faded for her, and loving her has always brought me back home. I’m not saying there weren’t torturous times, but I could never turn my back on the fact that I was meant to love her. I’m still not sure where this will all end. I still don’t know how our story ends, but I am alive and loving her fuels my passions. Maybe one we will each other again.