I've Yet To Read A Love Story

Love Is Never Convenient-and Rarely Painless

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

Humanity Is Always Looking For The Next Great World, The Next Frontier. I Wonder How Different This World Would Be If We Were Content With Where We Were.

Life Is Not Yours To Take.