I will love you intensely when you are here and I will miss you when you are gone; but I will not mourn the loss, for life is far too short.

The phrase "Here today, gone tomorrow" seems to always be in the forefront of my mind. Maybe it is because I have always felt that I would die young. Maybe it is because anyone who have read my palm has told me that I should have died already. Maybe it is just my particular outlook on life (which, to date, has only been described as really weird). I feel that people deserve all the passion and intesity that you can give them.

Love could possibly be the word that I'm looking for, but that word has been so tainted by the ages that it doesn't quite fit. It seems to only be reserved for connections between families and those who share our bed. But I lie when I say that I am a misanthrope. My frustration with humanity stems from the lack of consideration everyone has. It wouldn't be a dog eat dog world if we all just gave a damn about each other. Each person that I meet has all that love that I can give, even if it is only for a minute.