Cheers

I've been ruminating on my desire to fall in love.

I find that I am not at all concerned with staying in love while I get there, I just want to experience the fall.
 And isn't that what it's all about, anyways?

People always say, it's not where you end up, but the journey to get there that counts. Well, I plan on taking those very wise words into consideration on my new quest.

It just feels odd to me, that I've never even fooled myself into falling. And why the heck not?! I'm a perfect candidate. I read all the predictable romances, listened to the sad love songs, watched all the movies (black and white to Nicholas Sparks- gods! I'm a sucker for Nicholas Sparks) and yet, I find myself the only sober person in a room filled with others drunk on love...
or something love adjacent.

So here's to enjoying the fall,
 to planning for the future, to having my heart broken,
to listening to every album released by The Script.
 Here's to going out to parties and getting drunk at least once.
To long kisses on rainy days that start out slow but crescendo's with heat.
To misunderstandings and making up.
To laughing at nothing.
 To being there for someone else,
having them lean on me,
 having faith that we'll catch each other after the fall.
Here's to belonging to someone else, even if only temporarily.

I mean, that's something, right?

;-)