Love breaks your heart.  Love takes no less than everything.  Love makes it hard.  I didn’t just get eloquent all of the sudden.  I’ve had this blog close to five years and in those five years, I have never revealed anything up here about myself.  I mean sure, the people who visit this place know I have a blog and can probably figure out where I live pretty easily, but no one really knows what I look like, what I do for a living or what I even look like.  And I’m fine with that.

But here a small story.  I fell in love once, really in love with a guy who kind of reminded me of a bulldog.  He didn’t have folds on his face nor did his teeth stick out on the bottom, but he had this way about him that made you forget he was funny looking.  He was really funny looking, but in a really good way.  Like a bulldog.  The way he was always reminded me of a bulldog.

You’ll love me.  I’ll make you love me.  You’ll forget I am funny looking: