People talk about love, we all do, we all wish for it, yearn for it, dream about the happily ever after till life teaches us that like all other relationships love too, is about give & take.... disturb the balance, shatter the expectations one time too many and resentment, bittnerness and the ultimate ditch and take a hike route follows.... and yet most of us still retain the hope deep down of a special someone with whom fights and arguements are not to be feared for they understand that fights are meant to be made up, arguements can bring people closer.... you hope for someone who shall always be there no matter what, you carry the dream of the happily ever after for everything else is an intermission.... and THAT continued hope burried beneath the superficial cynicism life deposits on the surface is the worst thing you can do to yourself for then you dont quit the uphill battle. you dont give up everytime you fall flat on your face but like a tottering drunk, glutton for punishment get up for the next, inevitable shove.

Life, at times, I wish were like an alphabetically arranged book shelf where everything fitted into its own neat compartment  but then I am sure I would make a terrible librarian if that ever happened.... to the intermission, may it be short....