If I choose myself, If I really choose myself, Then I am choosing the me that loves you; Because I do love you. So how can I choose myself and not love you? It is the ‘I’ that loves you—the ‘me’. ‘The myself’ that I chose is so in love with you. I can't choose a version of me that doesn't want to share a life with you because that version of myself doesn't exist. That isn't me. It's a fantasy. I, Clint Haugen, love you. If I choose myself, than I choose you. It’s inevitable

The 12th grape. This lady just asked for my 12th grape I’m pretty sure that’s December . . . But, she’s cute, And I either hooked up with her or her twin sister a few years ago, And we are under a table together, As midnight strikes. My date, who isn’t this lady under the table with me, Gave us all plastic baggies with 12 green grapes in them. She instructed us to eat them all as soon as midnight hits. Apparently it’s some tradition from somewhere—I wasn’t really listening, I

The Blackbird has to learn that intimacy isn’t a threat; that being close doesn’t mean losing herself. She must learn to set boundaries before shutting down, instead of disappearing when emotions rise. The Scorpion has to learn that love doesn’t have to be chased. And that space

How do we start again? Can we forget the past? How long does a love like this last? Should we give us another chance? We’ve changed, haven’t we? It won’t be like it was before. It could be less. It could be more. It could be completely different this time. What does our love bloom into now? Is it stronger than it was? Is it more steady? Are we ready? We tried to let go; We tried to move on; But here we are again, Knocking on love’s door. It w