(Tonight is a good night to nab posts from commenting on other people’s sites.)
Buttercup: You can’t hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.
Brian is a conundrum to modern science. I’d like to think I am, too:
I’ve been married over 8 years. I’ve know my wife for about 9 years. Every time I see her is still like the first. I still catch myself just staring at her eyes as she talks, or listening to the sound of her voice instead of what she’s saying. I’m still hopelessly, madly in love, and I love the fact that I can say that.
When we were first married, some co-workers told me that my infatuation would fade. All I can say is that I’ve never exactly been like most other people.
I was going to finish that last part up with “read it and weep,” but I’m afraid some might actually do that. I don’t want to make people feel bad for their love lost. Not any worse than they’ll already feel reading this.
Let’s keep it up, shall we? Who’s with us?