"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it
flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
-- Matt Groening
yesterday (friday), was our 13th anniversary. and no, we didn't meet in gradeschool.
i would be lost without her. just knowing that i can reach out in the middle of the night to hold her hand gives me strength for the coming day. to hear her voice or to receive a text-message at 2:13 saying, "samantha (our cat) just farted. thinking of you..." means more than i would ever be able to put into words.
i cherish every day and am with my sweetness.
flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
-- Matt Groening
yesterday (friday), was our 13th anniversary. and no, we didn't meet in gradeschool.
i would be lost without her. just knowing that i can reach out in the middle of the night to hold her hand gives me strength for the coming day. to hear her voice or to receive a text-message at 2:13 saying, "samantha (our cat) just farted. thinking of you..." means more than i would ever be able to put into words.
i cherish every day and am with my sweetness.