Everything Was Fabulous, Even Our Breakdowns.

The Thing About Love Is That We Come Alive In Bodies Not Our Own.

She Likes The People With The Endurance To Tolerate The Drudge, The Ones Who Know That Pain Is A Requirement, Not A Curse.

Some People Think Love Is The End Of The Road, And If You're Lucky Enough To Find It, You Stay There. Other People Say It Just Becomes A Cliff You Drive Off, But Most People Who've Been Around Awhile Know It's Just A Thing That Changes Day By Day, And Depending On How Much You Fight For It, You Get It, Or You Hold On To It, Or You Lose It, But Sometimes It's Never Even There In The First Place.

And I Suddenly Think, As I Look Across The Table At Him, That These Are The Days As They Will Be. This Is The Future As We See It. The Swerve And The Static. The Confidence And The Doubt.

There Is Always Room For At Least Two Truths.