April 16th, 2016 → 4:51 am @ Lea // No Comments

“Am I your self
But, as it were, in sort of limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes?  Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure?  If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus’ harlot, not his wife.” – Julius Caesar

Marriage.  Like a sine wave.  Except, not that it can be good and bad.  But that it can be exciting, and then boring.  Comforting, and yet alienating.  Always, I guess, an adventure.