I went out the other night with Amanda to the Gritty Titty (formerly known as the Nitty Gritty). I grabbed my camera and I took a picture of us:
I take a lot of pictures of random shit: food, signs, quotes, stuff I find on the street. But sometimes, happiness is a more obvious answer: friends. Friendship makes me happy. People who love me make me happy. People who miss me make me happy. People who have always loved me make me happy.
I get scared about love. (I know I’ve said this before.) I personally haven’t made it through a boyfriend-relationship that lasted longer than 9 months. I get to the nine month part and it just dies. Well, it died before then but then I decide I’ve had enough. So. 3 times I’ve made it to 9 months and had a dead relationship. It’s really a fact. You can debate me tirelessly and I shan’t back down. So. I’ve lost a bit of faith in relationships. But what about this one, for example? I’ve known her since… 5th or 6th grade? Maybe 7th? Well, we dated in 7th grade. (Yes, a young Gay is a confused Gay.) And although we aren’t still dating, we still love each other. And so it’s been… 10+ years.
And that’s just one of my extremely long relationships (Stacy, Caity, Jian Li, Maribeth).
Love doesn’t die after 9 months. It can, but it doesn’t have to. Sometimes, it lasts a long time. And all it takes is faith.
“Can you hear that hopeful heart?”
~ “Happiness” by The Weepies.
4 days. 🙂