A realization I had a while ago that was oddly comforting:
The intangibility of knowing what it will look like, ever, and not knowing what you want (because apparently no one ever does) means to get it, you don't have to DO anything. It will find you, it will be natural, it will be easy, and it will be perfect.
However, I take no solace in the fact that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, because, as of now, I am sporting a quite perfect nineteen in a row record.
I was serious about saving you from the Cotton King and his communist regime. Don't doubt that. I wish you would have let me. You have no idea how good it would have been.
The intangibility of knowing what it will look like, ever, and not knowing what you want (because apparently no one ever does) means to get it, you don't have to DO anything. It will find you, it will be natural, it will be easy, and it will be perfect.
However, I take no solace in the fact that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, because, as of now, I am sporting a quite perfect nineteen in a row record.
I was serious about saving you from the Cotton King and his communist regime. Don't doubt that. I wish you would have let me. You have no idea how good it would have been.
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