We are alive, so we've gotta live life to the fullest...

You were on my mind
at least nine tenths of yesterday;
it seemed as if perhaps I'd gone insane.
What is it about you
that has commandeered my brain?
Maybe it's your awesome songs
or maybe it's the way
when I look at your face
I can tell that you're not going to be stopping soon
or even slowing down...

I have a weakness for inconvenient love stories.

You know, the kind where two people meet and fall in love, but one of them is leaving for war or dying or has just lost their job and is going to bury a parent. I don’t know why.

For me it just seems like love, if it is meant to last, with all its difficulties and strains and stresses, should be hard. It’s not supposed to be easy. Yes, you look across a room or a bar or a plane or, hell, a mall food court, and you see someone and your heart literally hiccups in your chest. But there should be something difficult about making it work in the beginning, something out of the control of the two people involved that isn’t just about personal insecurity or drama, but about real life choices, that makes it all more real. Because if it is real, if it is meant to move you and change you and turn not just your head (which a lot of people can do) but also turn your heart (which very few will), it should require turning your life around. Making choices is something that will be required for loving someone over a lifetime because there will be moments when one or both of you are struggling or scheming or dreaming and the other has to learn to be the proverbial wind in the sails.

So, yes. I like stories where people get pregnant and then fall in love. Where you fail at work and your dad dies and all you want to do is commit suicide by exercise bike, but instead choose a girl in a red hat. Where you think you’re going crazy because a voice is talking to you telling you that you are fated to die while the girl you love screams at you for auditing her, but somehow your life is saved by wheat flour and a wristwatch.

There were times apart;
there were times together.
I was pledged to her
for worse or better.
When it mattered most I let her down.
That's the way it goes. It'll all work out.