I have a basic rule for the marriage of two human beings, ninety-nine percent of people that are wed are not truly happy with each other but have settled for mild comfortability. You see, the biggest fear of the human race isn’t of sickness or death, or even anything of the sort. It’s of living lonely, the shear thought of it is corruptive within itself, and it leads people to do terrible things, like spending the remainder of your life with someone whom you do not love. Which is why, every day that I live on this planet I thank the lord above that I do not belong to that ninety-nine percent of people, I am apart of the exclusive one percent of people that have found their love.
Her name is Eevee; she is beautiful, funny, smart, realistic and rational. Rationality has always been a quality I always look for in a person, whether it be a friend or partner. I love Eevee and she loves me back equally.

7:20 pm  •  25 October 2011  •  4 notes