She is My Veins

Gotta love spammers commenting on my blog.

I would protect it, but then people won't comment honestly.

Now listening to: Lykke Li

Dig it.

So, anyways, cant' sleep, thought I would write to yall, or to myself if it's not good.

My wife and I went out. Just us. Just Denny's.

Talking about church and friends and purpose and destination and happiness and loneliness.

Honesty.

Love.

It's hard to love someone so much.

I think we both thought that at one moment or another.

It's hard to be married.

I know we thought that.

You just think that being married involves constant contact. No breaks, ya know?

Next thing you know, we're paying bills, trying to do what we're separately passionate about, and working.

It's hard.

I love her so.

I want to be with her so.

I never wanted to be married.

Then, I met Leah.

She takes the blood from my heart and gives me life.

I would rather be arguing with her about dishes, then getting along with anyone else.

not much more to say.

just hope and pray and look for

ShaloM.