There Are Two Kinds Of

There Are People And Places And Events You'd Prefer To Forget Or At Least Gloss Over. In The End, You Can Slap A Pretty Label On It - Like Serendipity Or Fate. Or You Can Believe That It's Just The Random Way Life Unfolds.

But I Have Learned That You Make Your Own Happiness, That Part Of Going For What You Want Means Losing Something Else. And When The Stakes Are High, The Losses Can Be That Much Greater.

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.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

I Had Seen The Light, Come To Believe That A Wedding Should Be About A Feeling Between Two People, Not A Show For The Masses...it Was A Magical, Romantic Evening, And Although I Occasionally Wish I Had Worn A Slightly Fancier Dress, And That Nick And I Had Danced On Our Wedding Night, I Have No Real Regrets About The Way We Chose To Do Things.