"Don't you know that love isn't just going to bed? Love isn't an act, it's a whole life. It's staying with her now because she needs you; it's knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures -- when all that's on the shelf and done with. Love -- why, I'll tell you what love is: it's you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other's step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime's talk is over."
Well,
Brian Moore, thank you for havin' the balls to say that. That. Is. Exactly. My. Point. Heh.
Off topic:I'm off for a job offer in Starbucks (barista, beybeh). I know, I know-- I'm a nurse. But, wutdaheck? I've been wanting this before I wanted to be a nurse. Might as well try and have fun. Waste time, I think? 'Coz in months I can start doin' trainings. Then again, I think I need to have fun. Be derailed from where I should be. You see, sometimes you need to have that sense ov adventure. And I know, it'll be worthy wasting for. Hah. Hello there, coffee!! =9
And oh, tomorrow I'd be flying to Bicole (Bicol). Yeheyyyy! 'Nuff 'bout flying figuratively. Now, I'd be flying literally. Change of pace, huney. Is. What. I. Need.=)
Labels: Broken Strings, Going Places, Just Making Kwentoks
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