and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
memories are so blissful.
-don't they always seem a little better than they actually were at the time?
i looove anticipation- but i also love having no expectations
there is a part of everything that remains untouched, at least for a little while. i guess i mean innocence. innocence in relationships when you and your lover have never gotten into a fight; when a baby's only capable sin is crying. a big one for me is how i see people as perfect. i see them as perfect for a while, until they prove me wrong. these things are so beautiful. ignorance is bliss. but what i really like more is when innocence is lost- and somehow there is beauty in the flawed- in grace. in the fact that everyone is so broken that it is okay. then real things begin to happen- you work through things and suddenly everything is possible.
