I think rights are over rated. And so are wrongs.

I took that photograph. The one that everyone seems to want to see. The one of me standing on the roof, screaming your name out. The neighbors thought I was insane, but that's nothing new for them. In the last 4 months they have seen me running in shorts in single digit weather, playing with the dogs in the snow without a coat on, swearing at the Christmas lights, duking it out with a tree, push starting a car (just to see if I could), carrying the neighborhood kids around on my back 3 at a time (again, to see if I could), yadda yadda yadda. The list goes on from there.

You make things that are normally hard very easy. And things that are normally easy wonderful. But not for yourself. Never for yourself.

Every now and then I'd like for you to be selfish with me. I think that would be great.

And so would kissing you. Right. Now.