Love dares you to care for...

There are storm clouds in the sky so it looks almost electric green outside right now in the dusk. My favorite sort of weather during my favorite time of day. The aforementioned-in-the-previous-post exboyfriend, Jules, is kind enough to send the Hub and I mix CDs every now and again. And I just love them. Usually I don't listen to them right away. They get shuffled into my other stuff and then a year later, one surfaces, and I listen to it nonstop for a month. Jules is one of those people who loves music. But even better than that, he loves sharing music.... He is a great friend for sharing music. Not enough people do it in my opinion.

Tonight, I was reminded of a winter walk Jules and I took in Central Park all those moons ago. We saw a pair of young boys laughing and building a snow man together... and Jules started to cry. I asked him why and his reply,

"This is what they've been waiting for all year."

It was a sweet moment, shared with a sweet person. And tonight I wonder, wouldn't we all be better off if we could admit our faults, embrace our fucked upednesses and share our dear moments without being afraid?

Something to think about.