I wonder, wonder, wonder.....

Who wrote the book of love? When were young (and dumb) we often have this picture of how love is supposed to be. It's perfect - the person you are with knows you better than you know yourself, you're always happy and there are NEVER any problems. Now, ENTER REALITY. Here comes bills, kids, responsiblity, work and school. How's that picture looking now - getting a little fuzzy yet? Looking back on how things were, how you want them to be and how they are makes you realize exactly how different each view is. This is how I think of those moments, that make you think that everything is perfect..... You're standing on a crossroad - you see two roads - the road you were supposed to take, and the one you've chosen. Those perfect moments, in my mind at least, are when those two paths meet. When your exactly where you're supposed to be, at the exact moment you're supposed to be there, with the exact person/people you're supposed to be with. So now, as I sit here sad and pissed off and my bf is in the garage pissed off and beating a motor into submission, I'm going to just relax and wait it out hoping that soon we come to some sort of impasse without saying things that neither will ever forget.