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Love is not, contrary to popular belief, never having to say you're sorry. Love is also not ignoring or overlooking the failings and faults of your beloved, beloveds, or any collection of loved ones in between one and a hundred. Even under the best of circumstances, in the best of times, through the least of stress, struggle, and strife, Love is not something that happens easily, without effort, or by any simple means. Love is what most people will never have the privilege to experience, despite the fact that everyone has the right. Love is also a very stubborn force.
In the past few days, I've been reminded of all of these things. A cascade of bad timing, stress, health problems, insecurities, and generalized misfortunes called into focus the utter lack of invincibility of my relationship. At the same time, those same factors demonstrated the reassured abundance of that same quality, beyond the doubts of any naysayer. We're still together, side by side, standing strong, faithful, and true. I'm rather excited about it, to be honest, because it looks as though our future together is going to be even brighter, despite the occasional light bulb in need of replacing or star going supernova.
All is well, though we still have to earn it the rest of the way. We still have to pay the price of wiping off the face of the earth connections to those who would do us harm, see us split, or otherwise interfere. Tarhebus also has to learn how to laugh at stupidity. An air strike? If the military blew up his car, I'd have to find a new way to get around. If the military blew up the apartment... well, I live here too. We also share a workplace, so that target is out too. Not to mention, of course, the fact that I'd be rather upset if anyone, military or otherwise, blew up my Tarhebus. I like having him around, he's too pretty to destroy. In fact, they're not even allowed to cut his hair, much less his lifespan.
Tarhebus is sitting beside me, doing the typing on this post. His ego is making a few edits of its own, but I'm not letting him go fully TMI. Suffice to say, he's too sexy and naughty for even my most devoted livejournal friends to know. We write together, sans filters, sans fear and move forward as only two people truly in love can.
I guess the main point of all of this is that we're still together, and everything's going to be fine, because we're going to work together to make sure it ends up that way. Life requires a certain amount of effort in order for its rewards to be more than the grand prize of a reality show.
In the past few days, I've been reminded of all of these things. A cascade of bad timing, stress, health problems, insecurities, and generalized misfortunes called into focus the utter lack of invincibility of my relationship. At the same time, those same factors demonstrated the reassured abundance of that same quality, beyond the doubts of any naysayer. We're still together, side by side, standing strong, faithful, and true. I'm rather excited about it, to be honest, because it looks as though our future together is going to be even brighter, despite the occasional light bulb in need of replacing or star going supernova.
All is well, though we still have to earn it the rest of the way. We still have to pay the price of wiping off the face of the earth connections to those who would do us harm, see us split, or otherwise interfere. Tarhebus also has to learn how to laugh at stupidity. An air strike? If the military blew up his car, I'd have to find a new way to get around. If the military blew up the apartment... well, I live here too. We also share a workplace, so that target is out too. Not to mention, of course, the fact that I'd be rather upset if anyone, military or otherwise, blew up my Tarhebus. I like having him around, he's too pretty to destroy. In fact, they're not even allowed to cut his hair, much less his lifespan.
Tarhebus is sitting beside me, doing the typing on this post. His ego is making a few edits of its own, but I'm not letting him go fully TMI. Suffice to say, he's too sexy and naughty for even my most devoted livejournal friends to know. We write together, sans filters, sans fear and move forward as only two people truly in love can.
I guess the main point of all of this is that we're still together, and everything's going to be fine, because we're going to work together to make sure it ends up that way. Life requires a certain amount of effort in order for its rewards to be more than the grand prize of a reality show.
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Date: 2008-05-21 03:15 am (UTC)From:I won't blow him up, however much I may want to.
You know my comment a few days ago was just because i love you, right?
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Date: 2008-05-21 03:38 pm (UTC)From:I always appreciate my friend who care, it makes me all warm inside to know that someone *could* care about me that much.
*hugs* Thanks for being there, and talking to me when I needed it.
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Date: 2008-05-21 04:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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