From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
— Alone, Edgar Allan Poe.

So…

I just found out that an engagement ring is not the same ring you be wed someone with. How did I not know this. No, seriously how? The search for the perfect ring just became that much harder. I might be panicking a bit.

True that. 

True that. 

HIMYM aftermath. I just can’t. 

HIMYM aftermath. I just can’t. 

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable
— Albert Camus - The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays 
Aruba with my love.

Aruba with my love.