Today, when I stepped outside, I got shit on by a bird. But I'm still going back outside tomorrow.
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?
Love meant hope. Without love, life held no promise.
Fate wouldn't create a man that drop-dead gorgeous and make him gay, would it? Oh yes, fate would.