just around the riverbend...

The weird thing about saying 'I love you' and trying to describe its deepness, its profoundness, its sheer passion is...you can't.

The only person your feelings will ever mean anything to is yourself. Now before you go all lovey-mcgee on me, hear me out. I was watching Meet Joe Black tonight and while Anthony Hopkins is telling the skinny daughter that he loves her right before he dies...it hit me. It's simply impossible to convey feelings to any other entity. They can not feel the warmth in you gut when they hug you, or the flutter in your chest when they kiss you. No one else can feel that passion inside of you. Now I know your thinking, but I feel good when someone tells me they love me. But do you really? Or are you just feeling a wave of relief because you were so worried that they didn't love you? Even now, I can't convey this idea that I have in a way that makes sense in words. I can't make it comprehensive in my mind or on this screen, I can only know what I feel to be the truth and try my best to make you feel at ease that someone else in the world just maybe feels the same way. When someone who you don't love, or even like, confesses their feelings towards you, you feel immediate disgust, regret, or even anger. They cannot communicate how true or real their love is, because you will only feel disgust towards them.

*note* love in this paragraph is used loosely to describe any strong feelings one person may have for or about another person.

florida and the ocean and flying are beautiful.
being diverted to hotlanta...not so beautiful.
but seeing jess again was great and and stuff is just...great.