Love meant hope. Without love, life held no promise.

Today, when I stepped outside, I got shit on by a bird. But I’m still going back outside tomorrow.

Fate wouldn’t create a man that drop-dead gorgeous and make him gay, would it? Oh yes, fate would.

Was it too much to ask that she find someone who wanted the same things in life as she did–a home, someone to lean on when the not-so-perfect times came crashing down?