This has got to be one of the most precious things I have ever found!

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2zpRjB/www.rotatingcorpse.com/dear_diary/please-dont-promise-me-forever/3027.html

Today was an interesting day. I have gone back to my habit of taking a walk in the morning. Last summer it was part of my fight against my depression. This summer it is just something that I want to do. I miss walking around campus. I loved the feeling of the air whisking past me and the small work out I would get. My heart would pump and I could sort of feel my arteries saying thank you. Anyways, today was my second day of walking in the morning. I saw a lot of the same people that were there yesterday. There's three ladies who walk and talk: an Asian, and African American, and a Mexican. There's a high school boy who sits on a bench and plays his guitar. There's a very important looking man who walks around with his bluetooth in his ear. He doesn't seem to be enjoying his walk. There's a nurse who seems to be there to just get a breath of fresh air. She walks briskly and with purpose. There's a married couple that jogs with their kids. One is in a stroller and the other two are on scooters. And then there's the old couple. They are my favorite. And this is why...
Last year when I was taking my walks I was taking them to help me get over my depression. It was hard to walk around that park because I was reliving a lot of tender memories that had been made there. One of the first times I went I saw this old couple walking in front of me. They were walking hand in hand, and the wife had a pink umbrella. At the time the sight of them made me want to cry. That's what I had dreamed of and that's what had been taken away from me. But at the same time it brought joy to my heart because it gave me hope. It reminded me that it is possible to find someone and still be in love with them and want to hold their hand as you walk together in a park. And now, here I am. One year later...and who do I see walking around my Palace of Memories? The old couple. I didn't take a stalker photo of them this time because I was so elated with joy at the sight of them that I didn't even think to do it. I recognized her pink umbrella. This time they were walking towards me. The old man wished me Good Morning and the wife smiled at me. They were still holding hands. I smiled ridiculously wide and laughed a little too loud for someone who is walking alone, but I really didn't care. This summer is going to be different than the last, but that doesn't mean that everything has changed. Some things stay the same and last. Like love...

"Love never fails." 1 Corinthians 13:8

The Return

Wow. It's been a while since I have written in this blog. I have neglected it for many reasons. But I am happy to say that I am back. That phrase in itself is a miracle for me to say. It means many things. I plan to return to this blog and use it for my musings. They will probably not be as intellectual as others, but might be entertaining to read. So enjoy.