Have Heart, Will Carry

A braggarts blog post:

I am incredibly in love. Enough to warrant the telling. He is kind and good and thoughtful and fun. He makes me feel beautiful. He makes me aspire to be a better woman. Because of him I have quit smoking and run 5 miles, all in the course of an a.m..

A sampling of why I am as happy as I am:

-He leaves slippers outside the bathroom door
-He asks me to coffee in French
-He rents zip cars if only to take me home
-He has an affinity for summer drives
-He had a planned jacket for our first date
-He rode his brakes the entire leg of our first bike ride
-He sees color in songs
-He never fully locks his door
-He talks to his mother regularly
-He agrees to spontaneous sword play
-He adopts my phrases
-He is a beautiful painter

He, he, he, he, he.
If I don't stop now I never will.

Things, in Boston, are lovely.

xoxoxo

Terrified of telephones and shopping malls and knives

69

by Philip Schultz

This morning I'm tired of the same newspapers and arguments.
I'm tired of sticking the same legs into the same pants,
the same hands poking out of the same sleeves, going west
and then east, heating up the same tea, watching the same sun
rise over the same horizon, the same trees shedding the same leaves.
Tired of climbing the same stairs to look out the same window
at the same street, tired of shaking the same hands, opening and
closing the same doors, dreaming the same dreams, saying hello
good morning happy birthday I'm so sorry please forgive me.

In homage to a torn piece of paper I found in some luggage nested into some larger luggage that reads, "I'm sorry, I love you. Please marry me."

And all this bowing in reverence to a light-hearted quip heard on Parks & Recreation:
"Whenever a couple marries, two single people die".