♥ we were together. i forget the rest.

love is a temporary madness. it erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. and when it subsides you have to make a decision. you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because this is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. your mother and i had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches, we found that we were one tree and not two. -captain corelli's mandolin

ten years ago, i was a senior in highschool.

i was blonde (yes, blonde!), i could count the number of best friends i had

on one hand, and my closet was full of even wackier clothes than i have now.

there was a school dance coming up in the fall. it was called girl's league,

because unlike typical dances, the girls were asked to invite their dates.

i surprised myself and asked a boy from my math class.

as he walked into the classroom,

i said this:

"nick, are you going to girl's league with anyone?

would you like to go with me?"

he answered:

"girl's league with sami chu? sounds like fun- sure i'll go."

...and the rest is history. ♥