Change Can Be Good But Its Always

Maybe That's What It All Comes Down To. Love, Not As A Surge Of Passion, But As A Choice To Commit To Something, Someone, No Matter What Obstacles Or Temptations Stand In The Way. And Maybe Making That Choice, Again And Again, Day In And Day Out, Year After Year, Says More About Love Than Never Having A Choice To Make At All.

The Feeling I Have Reminds Me Of New Year’s Eve, When The Countdown Is Coming And I’m Not Quite Sure Whether To Grab My Camera Or Just Live In The Moment. Usually I Grab The Camera And Later Regret It When The Picture Doesn’t Turn Out. Then I Feel Enormously Let Down And Think To Myself That The Night Would Have Been More Fun If It Didn’t Mean Quite So Much, If I Weren’t Forced To Analyze Where I’ve Been And Where I’m Going.

He Threw In The Towel Before We Were Tested. Maybe Because He Didn't Want To Be Tested. Maybe Because He Assumed We Would Fail. Maybe Because, At The Time, He Just Didn't Love Me Enough.

There Is Always Something Comforting About Knowing That You Are Not Alone. That Other People Feel The Way You Do. That You Are A Bit Screwed Up, But Still Normal.

Sure, We Were Friends Who Exchanged Soulful Glances, Friends Who Slept In A Bed Filled With Sexual Tension, Friends Who Found Any Excuse To Touch, But I Worried That We'd Never Take That Perilous Leap Of Faith Toward Becoming A Real Couple, A Permanent Team.