Looking back

We all want something beautiful

The day is going to be so nice. It's days like this, when the sun is out, and the sky is a glorious blue that I wish I had someone to share it with. Of course I try not to let it show, but it's there.

Love is amazing, and dreamlike and belongs in pages of books and on movie screens, but at the same time it's cruel and hard and should stay on the pages and not leap out into reality if it's only going to end in heartache and hardship. Does anyone ever keep love, or is it the kind of thing that dulls with time and instead of love it’s just dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, and fights over him playing golf every weekend and never helping around the house?

Welcome to Cynicalville, population: Riss.

I wish I could sail through life without much thought and without any trouble, and just smile and be 'that' kind of happy.


It seems like a lifetime ago that I wrote that. 6 years to be exact.

I have looked for love to be the kind of thing where you’re not pulling the strings in a dream and therefore you know it exists and someone cares about you.

I’m still finding it hard to believe that I am that kind of happy.

Here is a small slideshow from our wedding photographer to the song we did our first dance to.