We’re weird. We live radically different lives and we live on opposite parts of the world. Most of the time we really have nothing to talk about; I don’t watch his favorite show, and he hates running. I have my bouts of crazy fits; he’s steady as a rock himself. Sometimes I really wonder how we endure. But we do. Oh, you can bet, we always do. And I guess that’s the wonder of love, keeping us together when the world itself is trying to keep us apart. 
Mental Snapshots 