That's Not Your Fairytale.

Once upon a time, it was simple. If you liked somebody, you let ‘em know. And if you didn’t, you let ‘em know. One way or another, you knew where you stood. But as you get older, communication gets more… complicated.

-The Wonder Years

Delicate.

and I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die.

Long Pauses

Gaps in between posts, I should have long come to realize, either signify exceptionally good or exceptionally bad periods in my life. I suppose this one is exceptionally good. Exceptionally neutral, which in fact is exceptionally good.

So, briefly: I'm smiling; My mind isn't racing; The fall semester is upon us; I've just lived through some of the most impressive amounts of drinking I had yet to experience; I'm reading a lot; I have a second job; I've weeded through some friends; made some wise evaluations, and now while I might not have fully come to understand some things, I have come to terms with most of them.

"I said to her what Ed said to me, which was why do we make it all seem like a crisis, over and over again? Why do we worry it all to death, like dogs with socks or chew-toys? 'Look at it this way,' he said to me. 'In a hundred years? -All new people.'"

Life.

Life is about cherishing experiences and the people within them, and learning from them, and living them. Truly living them. It doesn't always work out like a fairy tale, but its beautiful regardless because its real, because its ours.

Starting Up.

Last night, as I lay in bed, I thought about a lot of the people who have walked in and out of my life within the past two years. I thought about how quickly it feels this year has gone by, yet how it seemed to drag just a few short months ago. I thought about how relative everything is. I thought about how beautiful my outlook is; how much stronger I've become. I know I've become a more beautiful, understanding, and accepting person. I don't need anyone else to confirm that for me anymore.

The Good Side

And the good news is that nothing is going to be over that doesn't need to be over. I think.

"Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever."

I read that and it stung. I thought I knew why but I'm not particularly sure anymore.