I don't believe in destiny, or karma. We scrabble along the earth, finding what joy we can, and precious little of that. But sometimes, sometimes, I can almost believe that things work out. I have one true thing in my life, and it's mine, and hers. Sometimes I feel apprehensive, wondering how things will go wrong, as they so often do. But then I stand in the moment, in the stress of her regard, and it burns away my cynicism.

Thinking of changing the blog name to "Between Iron and Silver." Hannibal Lecter reference, and in honor of the amazing girl I'm dating. In other news, the Motorola died, got a Nokia N70 music edition. I have a bunch of ideas and titles I'd like to hammer into coherent blog post form when I can find the time.

She is amazing. She's bossy, she cares, she walks fast, and I trail behind this impossible, incogruous, unlikely little spitfire, my heart going pitter-pat.