this song is on repeat in my car. who is this greg laswell? probably one of the most romantic men on the planet, i think. or at least that's how his songs present him to be.
(obviously, i am a sucker for words. i'm easily seduced by a love letter or sentimental song lyrics. on the rare occasion, a single sentence can bring me to tears.)
L sent me this song on friday morning. and seriously, this IS the story of her life. i actually teared up thinking of her latest breakup and how he keeps finding ways to try to get back into her life. (it's probably not safe to be driving down a major highway crying, lol)
ah, love is so screwed up sometimes. when it's good, it's very good. but when it's bad, it breaks your heart.
(a little off topic, but i wish i looked like this christina perri chick, not to mention i'd love to be able to sing like this. or sing at all.)
i wake up this morning, hoping to squeeze in another attempt at running. i sneak out of the warm bed and tiptoe to the window. where i see raindrops in the light of the streetlight below and hear the staccato drumbeats of the water hitting the roof. i think that perhaps God is telling me that running isn't the way to go - at least not now. which may be the case - yesterday, under the guise of "other duties as assigned" in my job description, i find myself hauling a huge bench seat out of a van with my boss. and, of course, an extra large carjack falls out of the back of the van and right onto both of my knees. bruised, much? workman's compensation, maybe? 
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