Listening to: Burn
Usher
I love dempsey road more and more! The cool air, the extensive wine lists, the nice accomodating warden at the carpark. A smile opens such doors -lol!
Seriously now, i'm thinking.
*gasps*
Don't look so surprised, i do indulge in it once in a while, in between gracefully being the world's biggest klutz.
Last night something was said, and i'm still thinking about it. A comment that she had never fallen for anyone. Not even an infatuatiuon. Whoa.
That's a serious, very encompassing statement you've got there.
She looks over, and states that that's the way it is.
Are you straight i ask?
Beat.
She turns around and looks me in the eyes.
Geez- ask a simple question...
Ok, fine, fine, i raise my hands in surrender.You're straight.
But what a statement, sweetheart.
I think... love, as with genuine happiness, can only be fully reaped afer revealing seperation. Just when i thought i had no capacity, didn't have it in me to fully give myself to anyone, and despaired of ever knowing that elusive emotion first hand, epiphany. My past relationships have been so blessed that i took them for granted. That's why i was always restless, always seeking something new, always looking past the proffered hand. Just as a child can only appreciate his mother after being apart from her, so only can love be illuminated in our midsts. The subtlest beauties in out life go unheard, unseen.
The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable. ~ by Victor Hugo ~
