Is it weird that I want to be one of these girls?

If there's one thing this
relationship
has taught me,
it's that I
don't
do well with
defeat.

Maybe this makes me
stubborn,
immature,
still not ready for
grown up things like these--
comparing our hearts to
a battle
sometimes against each other
sometimes against the odds
mostly against ourselves--

I choose to take this flaw
as a sign
that despite our
absolute best efforts,
we are meant to feel,
not fail.

I was reminded this morning that
patience is generally cleverly disguised as
pain.
I can't tell if my doctor's visit was devastating because
I've disappointed my body and it didn't know
or because my body let me down
and it can't explain why.
I'd like to think someday I'll know
exactly why this was
chosen for me;
however,
I get the feeling the purpose
is to not know why
just to make sure we
leave room to
learn the part about
trust and faith.

Yes.

It's Friday.
and payday.
and the end of the month.
and I blaaaazed past my sales goal.
and that means a husky commission check.
and it started with Starbucks.
and a kiss.
and this weekend is going to be great.
and I might even go to IKEA.

Yes.

This is cliche and cheesy and overstated

and perfect.