Surprise Me

brain is shouting panicky messages at me, like: What? And: Does that mean …? And: Please. No. This is wrong. This has to be wrong.

Because that’s what presents are all about. It’s not the things themselves which matter, but the emotions behind those things.

And we’re fine. We’re happy. Do we need to change? Isn’t there room for one place in the world that isn’t like everywhere else?

‘All this nonsensical emphasis on “forever”. Well, maybe. But isn’t “till death us do part” a bit over-ambitious? Isn’t it a bit of a gamble? There are a lot more likely scenarios. “Till growing our separate ways us do part”.

I may not know the capital of Latvia or how many feet there are in a fathom, but I know everything about Dan.

It seemed like good odds at the time.