and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For a good thing he's found
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend If he puts her down

It's amazing what can make me fall in love with a girl. It's the simple things. Far more simple than even everyday occurances like death and taxes. It's the sound of her voice all low and gravelly yet with an airyness to it - like Kim Deal of the Pixies.

- aside -
The Pixies will indeed be getting back together, at least for awhile. The original lineup has come together and they are currently rehearsing. They're headlining some desert music thing, cochalla(?), with radiohead. They're planning a European tour. Fuckin' A man.
- aside -

It's the way she flips her hair - good hair, shiny and bright but tangled in the morning and rich rich rich brown in colour. It's the twinkles dancing in her eyes. It's the smile, oh god I'm a sucker for a smile.

When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way
It ought to be

Girls think they have it tough with me, sometimes.. and if I'm not interested I suppose that's true - true as with anyone, really - but if they're in.. they're in like flynn and I'm just hooked. That simple.

There is a reason the words crush and crutch are so close together. It's no accident. They mean practically the same thing. A crush has the ability to bring your world crashing to a halt. A crush can ruin your day, make your day, make your bed, and make you sleep in it.. Sometimes all without even knowing it.

It's when they know it and tug at your heartstrings like a puppeter at a play - that's when things get really rough. They can make your heart jump and dance and sink down low as if your pounding pumping lump of flesh and blood and arteries and valves were in fact a marionette. Things get dangerous. And the shit of it all is that no one can cut their own binding strings.. Like a baby from the womb we are unable to cut our own cord. We have to rely on another. Ironically that other is sometimes a new crush who prances along and, like a teenage car jacker, snips you free of one crutch and re-attaches you to another.

When a man loves a woman
I give you everything I've got (yeah)
Trying to hold on
To your precious love
Baby please don't treat me bad

No one owns me.. but someone does.

As much as a person can own a dog or Coco the gorilla can have a kitten.. a crush can have me because I'm stupid with love. Hopeful. Some might even say romantic.

It's all in the way she touches my knee and sips from my drink without asking. It's in the smell of her neck and the curve of her back.

Love, I claim, is the closest a sane person will ever get to being crazy. Love is unsure, often unrequitted, recanted, lost. It's a big horsepill that's hard to swallow but we'll gulp it down nonetheless because somewhere deep in the neural base the chemicals say yes yes yes this is it this is why you're here. Fuck the existensial fuck the what? why? how? reasons fuck the death, the taxes, the job and the wife, because I'm in love here now right now do it. See? Love is crazy. It's illogical.

Love is illogical because the perception of love always involves two people. The perception is of a two-way street with traffic flowing back and forth freely and without toll. The reality is much more often a one-way road. With potholes. And traffic congestion.

Reality is that love is as lonely an emotion as you can find.

True love - love that lasts the test of time and holds strong and climbs against the obstacles of life - true love isn't even about love. It's about respect. Understanding. Accepting an alternate perspective - not grasping it as your own but accepting that it exists and working with it. It's about caring.

If there is no respect, there is no love - the real expansive love. There is only hope.

And as hope springs eternal, another fool is born.

When a man loves a woman
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see