Exercise: Spin class with the always fabulous Krysta. 25 miles! Woot woot!
So I've been reading The History of Love as of late. Thus far, it is hauntingly beautiful.
I picked it up years ago at a half price book store, and I honestly can't remember the motivation to do so. Curiosity? A recommendation of one of the employees, perhaps? Or maybe the title. For I hear, the best place to understand something is to start at the beginning. Explore its past.
Nonetheless, it sat on that bookshelf for countless hours/days/month/years, until the day came when a moment of honesty led the inquisitive girl to learn of love.
"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."