but i am content to live in the moment, and allow myself the daily pleasure of obsessing. nothing lasts forever, i tell myself. especially the good stuff. although typically you aren't faced with a hard deadline
No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.
Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.
And without Dex in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. But the truth is, I feel freer with Dex than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without. Maybe true love does that
It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.
Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.
I think that we have to consciously be aware that every moment we're in, every different stage in our lives, we can control.
How different this moment feels, for so many reasons. I tell myself that no two loves are identical - but that I don't have to compare anymore.
And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.
...recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void...
...love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.