It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.

It’s a thorny road for dreamers and poets who fantasize of majestic places and deep-seated desires of the heart that their hands may never hold.

The best narrative is one of infinite love. A spiritual affair--one not of the material world. Intermingled, with no beginning nor end--it will always stand the test of time.

So, yes, I will marry you. Someday. If you'll have me," he said modestly.
"Of course I will, you idiot," I said with a shriek, and threw myself into his arms.

When you chronically interrupt your time with whom ever you're with to answer your phone/text you are saying that the caller is more important.

In the writers mind, even a backstory has a backstory.