Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident...

Sometimes I get this terrible sinking feeling that this one person I care alot about is in trouble and I'm usually right. It doesn't happen often, but when I get that feeling I can't shake it until I know everything is ok or make it ok.

I got that feeling this morning.

I hope everything is alright.

Well the OCD has finally kicked in and now I must make all sorts of posts and expand my profile in order to reach 100% complete.
On a totally unrelated note; I like Zombie movies.