Guys, are you sick of these crazy long posts with nothing but words yet? Do you miss the mindless pictures and random videos? Sorry, but too bad.
I've come to the conclusion that as much as I can sit here and wallow in my own pity party, that's just the broken-hearted person inside of me trying to make me turn into a big bitter baby. But that's not how I naturally am; that's not me at the basic level. I tried to be a cynic and I've tried the whole jaded-with-life schtick, and neither works for me, because both make me unhappy. What I really am, what I've always been and always will be, is a romantic. I believe in love, and I think it's beautiful, and I know it makes me happy.
Cheeeeeesy enough for you?
It's true, though. When I love somebody or something, I play for keeps. All in. Hold nothing back. Maybe that's kind of intense, I don't know. But I'm good at it! And I'm gonna keep at it, somehow.
That's all this post is, really. Kind of a personal (or not so personal, whatever) reminder that love is good. Love is good.