Love is the foundation of my universe. To believe in it is to believe in other fundamental truths, like gravity, and the fact that my penis has stopped growing.
That’s why it’s so hard for me to let go.
Because the moment I let go is the moment I stop believing in love. I’d much rather fool myself into thinking this loyal, faithful tenacity will make a difference, than believe the world isn’t kind and fair. Cause I know it’s cruel and unfair. I just don’t want to believe that.
And that’s why I still believe in us.
Hi Jeff,I clicked through to your site when I was intrigued by the “Weekend in Bed” video embedded in a WordPress template and I’m so glad. I’ve been peering through your archives and feel touched by your evocative writing and honesty regarding your insecurities and feelings. I’m going through a time where I need to be brave and true to myself in the face of my tendency to bend over backwards for love and somehow reading your posts gives me a little push. Thank you. Sasa.