Brooke (weaseldance) wrote,
Brooke
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where was love before Chicago?

I wonder adamantly as I listen to Beginnings and drink coffee. There's nothing more true than this song. No matter how many times I hear it, it still hits me in the same upside down elated way as it did the last time. Before I had ever been in love, I remember hearing this song and feeling as though I was in love. Then, spring break my junior year of high school when my world changed the way a 16 year old's world can change, I was ecstatic to find out that Chicago had it spot on!! I'm just in a good mood today. I'm in a good mood because I'm about to leave Colorado for two and a half weeks. I'm in a good mood because I have had time to read my Jesus book. I'm in a good mood because of the conversation I had with my dad yesterday about guide dog school, the ADA, and Steely Dan. I want so badly to be like him when I grow up, sans the alcoholism. He is so peaceful and approaches life with such a strong serenity. He maintains a very intricate balance of caring deeply and being completely apathetic. He wakes up each day with a strong will to live regardless of what is going on. He remains respectful of his partner when she is all over the place. If I can be like him, without the influence of alcohol, which I have decided I primarily hate, I would be set. On second thought, as I read over what I just wrote, I'm already set. I see both of my parents in me, and I don't want to change that. Unfortunately when you combine both of my parents you get a little bit of crazy, but I'm used to my crazy.
As time goes on I realize just what you mean to me,
And now, now that you're here, promise your love that I've waited to share,
And dreams of our moments together,
Color my world with hope of loving you.
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