It was everything I wanted to hear, too late. I look back at how miserable I was, and how much I was hurt by the situation. If I’d heard it then…. Ah, well, I guess it couldn’t have happened any other way……. Because it did.

I love a good love story. Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Romeo and Juliet are a few of my favorite movies off the top of my head.

I watched Before Sunrise, for the jillionth time today. As I watched the scene where they’re lying in the cemetery at night, I had a thought.  Look at at them. Is there anything better than being in the presence of love? Suddenly, the record skipped, and I had another thought:  Jesse and Celine don’t exist. This isn’t real. Have I allowed love to pass me by because I didn’t know what it looked like.  Really looked like?

I’m not saying that I don’t believe in love… Of course I’m not.  I’ve stopped trying to make my love life look like some ‘shit straight out the movies’.

I’ve been hurt.  I’ve hurt someone. There have been times when I was convinced that I  hated my boyfriend (not you D, I’m talking about before, okay sugar spot?).  It hasn’t been perfect. I think it’s about really knowing yourself and knowing that you could live without this person, but you’d rather be with them. Honestly, I’ve just settled into my skin in the last couple of years….