“You got cancer, and we got married. And you died, and you lived again. And you left, and you came back, and we got through it. I got through it. I’m on the other side. Iz, I love you so much and I- Till I met you, I used to think I just wasn’t a good guy. Growing up in my family and that’s what they told me. But now after all of it, I know that I’m a good man and I thank you for that. Because I know now that I’m good enough not to deserve this. Not to have to feel like this. Not to love you so much that I almost hate you. I deserve someone who will stay. I’m happy you’re okay, and I’m happy about your job. And I want you to go, and be happy, and not come back.”—
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
“I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.”—
Day 02 — Your favorite movie: There’s so many. Right now, it’s probably (500) Days of Summer. Some just never get old though: Tristan and Isolde, Legends of the Fall, The Hangover, Little Miss Sunshine… the list never ends.
Day 01 — Your favorite song: Dusk and Summer by Dashboard Confessional. I heard it for the first time on my fifteenth birthday, and the words still conjure the same images and have the same effect. Songs that have the ability to continuously do that to you are the ones worth listening to, the ones that stick.
She smiled in a big way, the way a girl like that smiles when the world is hers. And she held your eyes out in the breezeway, down by the shore, in the lazy summer. And she pulled you in, and she bit your lip, and she made you hers. She looked deep into you as you lay together, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer. But you’ve already lost, when you only had barely enough to hang on. And she combed your hair, and she kissed your teeth. And she made you better than you’d been before. She told you bad things you wished you could change in the lazy summer. And she told you laughing down to her core, so she would not cry as she lay in your lap. She said “Nobody here can live forever, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer.” But you’ve already lost, when you only had barely enough to hang on. She said, “No one is alone the way you are alone.” And you held her looser than you would have if you ever could have known. Some things tie your lives together, slender threads and things to treasure. Days like that should last and last and last. But you’ve already lost, when you only had barely enough of her to hang on.