2:28 p.m. | 2005-02-06
I Just...
We live in this world between worlds.
Somewhere in between what we used to be and what we want to be is a place of certain dissatisfaction. We all sit there, watching ourselves and trying to figure out who we are and where we're going.
People my age are drinking on weekends and waking up late to make elegant breakfasts the next. The older they get the less fun they have and children these days are focused on things that they shouldn't be.
When it comes down to it, we're all the same, really. When it comes down to the very last drop we all want and see the same thing. We watch Sex in the City and we love the 'stick it to em' scenes where the woman gets what she wants. But our hearts never melt as much as when she presses her face into his chest and comes close to crying she's so happy, large hands enveloping her body and holding her tight.
Because nothing feels better than being with that one you love, even if it's just for that time, you two are feeling the same, loving the same, and being the same. It's not sappy...it's real.
