Two years into this, here we are.
This last year was made bearable by you, and us. This last year sucked in so many ways. Deaths and near-deaths abounded. Other relationships ebbed and flowed, waxed and waned.
Yet this, this inconvenient little sorta-secret of ours, it just waxed, it seemed.
So, now what?
I tend to believe in "tipping points." I think at some point, something will have to happen. No shit, right? But, it's figuring out WHAT that something is...
I also tend to believe in love and the power thereof. And, God and all the saints, I love you. So, I continue to live in faith, believing in the mystery of us. Thank you for year two.
