Love and Life

So it seems I’ve become one of those blogs who doesn’t post for months, as tends to happen.  I think this started out too narrow-focused, is the problem.  So with that in mind, I shall write something completely different, and describe in vague, general terms, what’s been going on with me.

I am in love.  I have been for several months, and it feels like I will be for the rest of my life.  And I’m not the kind of person to say this lightly.  She is everything that I could ask for and more.  She makes me be everything that I want to be.  And I have never felt the way I do with her before.

I’ve been too happy in general, lately, to come up with good topics for this.  Or to bother writing.  But, oh, how she makes me feel…

I wnat to be more poetic.  I love poetry, but nothing I can think of does her justice.  But she appreciates my clumsy attempts to capture her essence in words.  One day, I will do so in music.  I don’t know where to begin, though.  She deserves a song like no other.  I will compose it for her.

Life is… this is the unsolvable thing about life.  It’s completely chaotic, yet ordered.  It’s planned spontaniety.  It’s random patterns.  It’s impossible possibilities.  Which side came first, I don’t know, but the end result is the same.  I don’t know if this makes any sense to anyone, or if I’m communicating this well, but it makes sense to me.

We’re nothing and everything.  We’re love.  We eixist.

And I still can’t get over that.