Love Is a Many Splendored Thing

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you - Roy Croft

When I first saw you I was afraid to talk to you, 
When I first talked to you I was afraid to like you,
When I first liked you I was afraid to love you, 
Now that I love you I'm afraid to lose you

Love at first sight is only realizing an imagination that has always haunted us;or meeting with a face, a figure, or cast of expression in perfection that we have seen and admired in a less degree or in less favorable circumstances a 

hundred times before.”

William Hazlitt

Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.Anonymous

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
Francois

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service   The Tempest – Act 3, Scene 1

As You Like It – Act 3, Scene 5 Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I prithee send me back my heart,


Since I cannot have thine;


For if from yours you will not part,


Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?


~John Suckling

A Morning that Shouldn't be Perfect

This morning is perfect. No matter that the weather is against us or that things just didn't pan out like I had wanted. For some reason no matter what the world threw at it this morning decided to be perfect. With the continuous drizzle and the fog and mist that are so dense even the empire state building is covered. It is perfection. The world woke up this morning and decided that even the weather wouldn't keep this from being glorious. Of course its not the typical glorious. Its the kind of perfection that comes from defiance and rebellion. No matter that he didn't call. No matter that he didn't text back. No matter that there was no dancing. No matter that it was shaping up to be a rather shitty weekend. Somehow.

It just feels right. Even with the fog and mist raining all over the island this is a beautifully flawless morning. Its as if the powers that be are just reminding me that life is never perfect but the moments in between are. Reminding me that a night with good friends is just as, if not better, than a night with a man. The perfection of just being with friends in a moment that although small is powerful. That alone made this potentially dreary and depressing morning just....what it should be.

I think it's also perfect because I woke up this morning knowing exactly who I am. I woke up and just knew, I knew who I was, I was complete and that feeling of solidarity is comforting. It makes that tiny flame of self contentment burn all the brighter.

Against all odds this morning is perfect.