Love As A Verb. Love

And Then There Is Darcy. She Is A Woman Who Believes That Things Should Fall Into Her Lap, And, Consequently, They Do. They Always Have. She Wins Because She Expects To Win. I Do Not Expect What I Want, So I Dont. And I Dont Even Try.

Sure, We Were Friends Who Exchanged Soulful Glances, Friends Who Slept In A Bed Filled With Sexual Tension, Friends Who Found Any Excuse To Touch, But I Worried That We'd Never Take That Perilous Leap Of Faith Toward Becoming A Real Couple, A Permanent Team.

True Love Is Supposed To Make You Into A Better Person-uplift You.

Yet Here We Are, Two Children And A Broken Promise Later, Standing Before Each Other, Just The Way We Stood That Day At The Alter, With Equal Parts Love And Hope. And Once Again, I Close My Eyes, Ready To Take A Leap Of Faith, Ready For The Long, Hard Road Ahead. I Have No Idea How It's Going To Turn Out, But Then Again, I Never Really Did.

You Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Can End Up Focusing On Misleading Factors. Stuff That Really Has More To Do With Personality-the Fact That Some People Are Simply More Expressive Or Emotional Or Needy In A Relationship. But Beyond Such Smokescreens, The Answer Is There. Love Is Seldom-almost Never-an Even Proposition.