Sunday, March 15th, 2015 :: 8:50 PM
"Another argument Betsy and I got in was strange, for sure. She'd told me she loved me and rather than saying, 'Thanks' or 'I love you too.' I made some kind of self-deprecating joke. She looked at me perturbed and ate another bite of her ice cream. I was offended that she didn't laugh, so I repeated the joke just to frustrate her.
'It's not funny,' she said.
'It is funny,' I said.
'No, Don,' she said straightly. 'When I say I love you and you don't believe me, you're being a jerk. Basically what you're saying is that I only love conditionally. You think you're being self-deprecating and funny, but you're really saying that I'm not a good enough person to love you if you have a few flaws. It gets old.' " (>>)
Sunday, March 8th, 2015 :: 11:42 PM
"I don’t know therefore I don’t belong." (>>)
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 :: 11:26 PM
"It's true our lives can pass small and unnoticed by the masses, and we are no less dignified for having lived quietly. In fact, I've come to believe there's something noble about doing little with your life save offering love to a person who is offering it back." (>>)
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 :: 11:18 PM
"I don't mean to overstate what it yet unknown, but part of me believes that when the story of earth is told, all that will be remembered is the truth we exchanged. The vulnerable moments. The terrifying risk of love and the care we took to cultivate it. And all the rest, the distracting noises of insecurity and the flattery and the flashbulbs will flicker out like a turned-off television." (>>)