When I was little, my friends would gush over wedding gowns and honeymoons. But I saw too many people flush decades together down the toilet over money or kids or meaningless flings. My own parents chose to stay married, which I think is rather funny, since they show about as much affection for each other as pit bulls in a ring. Tying the knot means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.

Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.

They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've lived entire lifetimes. Loved. Laughed. Surrendered. Stumbled. Weathered, beaten, still they don't crumble, not even as they inch toward death.