The older we get, the less time we spend looking for and giving a shit about finding this elusive monster known as Love. The one with the capital L. Early on we hear songs and see movies that show us that a big fantastical fairy tale just sometimes happens when we least expect it. It's just sunshine and unicorns and violin music all the time.
At some point we call horseshit on all of it and realize what we are looking for is that best friend with whom we can be intimate, connected and secretive. We want a significant other to share and laugh and enjoy life, and also be there for us in our weaker or broken times as well.
What happens when both occurs?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.