That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time. To truly love something, you must first give it a chance to fail.

I don't want to ever become cynical toward love.  I want to believe in happily ever after, can'tlivewithoutyou love...I want to believe that I'm capable of having faith in someone. 

I love this quote by Rumi, "Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."  

I started putting up walls this past month, reinforcing my weaker parts. I caught myself and i'm stopping.  I need to just let it all go and let things be.  This is perhaps the most challenging thing for me--being a control freak in a time of seemingly endless transitions.  

Happily ever after.  Hm.