Choices, choices, choices...echoing through my head. The questions stack high like papers of a desk job. One still runs free in my mind though, "How much longer?" My answer is always the same, "Not much longer at all." Optimism is a remarkable thing huh?

Many people wonder how others, myself being of the others, can be so straight forward, so optimistic toward life. A while back, I was told by a fellow, "How can you be optimistic when life is so pessimistic? We are all destine to die after all..." My answer was simple "Love. It keeps my hope alive. It keeps my heart beating. It keeps my blood flowing strongly through my veins. Love." That man became an optimist that day, or atleast i hope he did. He faintly smiled at me when i said it atleast.

To find the love of your life is the ultimate gift. You'd think that loving them as much as you do was the highest possible level, but everyday she proves that wrong. Everyday she gives me reason to get back up when i fall, to brush myself off when i become dust covered, to stand tall when gravity pulls me ever so hard to the ground. Everyday my love for her continues to grow like a vibrant rose blooming in slow motion. I wait to see if the rose is finished blooming, but my heart is warmed to see the slight movements continuing right before my eyes.

One day that rose will stop blooming, and everything will change. On the date that the rose finally finishes blooming, an event will happen. What event you ask?

Heh...I cant wait to find out myself.