this thing called love

in the 12 months that i have been with DK, i discovered that a relationship's life hangs by the amount of patience and consideration lover's are willing to give it. no relationship is perfect because nobody is perfect. the success of a couple's togetherness would depend on how much they are willing to give of themselves to achieve that success. after seeing my paramour spit on the street like he could care less (and he really could hardly care), scratch his ass, and pick his nose, i would have to say that i definitely have given much to the success of our affair. i have put up with his ex and his often-times deplorable fashion sense. i have taken cared of him when he was so inebriated he hardly knew his name and i have been patient as a saint when he was doing his best imitation of a sick bear. if this isn't love, then i don't know what is...

love can be so funny somtimes. it can make anything and everything ok; love can just change the way you look at a person, at things going around you; it can move you to do things you wouldn't normally do and to come up with ideas you would never have thought...i find it amazing and weird all at the same time how this thing called love affect us so. of all emotions felt by human beings, i think its love that moves us to greatness. not anger or sorrow but passion... a burning desire creates within us the need to be...

i find it also equally funny that the emotion that raises us to greatness is the same emotion that weakens most of the members of our race...