"You could be happy, I hope you are..."

"...You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true..."
--Snow Patrol

Thats a great song.

Favorite things this instant:

• The amazing time with the people from SC and LA this weekend!
• Still the sign that says "You are loved there is hope" in the spare office of the church.
• Hugging people who hurt you at one time and realizing that despite that they are only people and they feel as well.
• Starbucks Grande 1 Shot Soy Raspberry Mocha No Whip.
• Having had talked to Jaymin last night.
• Being melodramatic and very pansy-ish in all of these entries and being completely ok with it, because, well, Im a girl. Hahaha.

If God is not a respector of persons, and if He is love, then it also means that love is not a respector of persons--thus the saying love is blind--and that, dear friends, is what I am counting on.

Blue eyed Circumstance shines bright as heaven tonight, thou art mine by fate or chance--I satiated oh drunk in love's soft light, I would not that light turn harsh and gray--else love freeze as ice on winter's day, oh passion leave not my bedside, let love be poetry forever and flow steadily seductive as the oceans ebbing tide--each new day a well kindled flame discover--fire of love, oh passionate passion!

Odd coincidence it is that passion has a double meaning of suffering--it is clever and cruel. Thus love both inspires and injures the very core of our souls. There is nothing so agonizing as loving without return--reciprocation. But it is in the fires of this hell that we are made perfect and pure and able to understand the full weight and consequence of all that it is to die to love, to be completely consumed with it for one other than ourselves, and for that I am grateful for heartache.

Sorry. I am enamoured with love and all its meaning. I fear my only true passion is the want of passion, therefore I am not very good at anything but talking nonsense.