Monday, August 29, 2005

Italic reasons

I always hesitate to gush when things are peachy for him and I, lest they turn out bad again later- then I would be made to eat my words.

Yet somehow I always do.

Maybe because when things go right, there's just an endless trail of endorphins and joy that I want to hold onto for as long as possible. And writing about it helps to freeze that frame in time.

Maybe because he manages to make me feel idealistic- like there will never be a bad moment from here on, and I believe that the one that just passed was the last one we will encounter.

Maybe because even though I have the sneaking suspicion that not all the clashing issues and elements have been resolved, the utopia that we're basking in manages to surpass all the hidden doubts and fears.

Maybe because being with him just confirms these facts: That #1 he had me at hello, and #2 he is The One (and how can you give up The One? Even the theoretical definition disallows the idea of giving up someone you can call The One, much less the operational definition)

Maybe, just maybe, it's all of the above.

When I refer to you, or want to tell you how important you are to me, I italize the things I say about you. And don't you see there are plenty of things framed in italics here?


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