it's too beautiful

every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. - closing time, semisonic.

well, not for me. yes, i went through a beginning and an end, but only to pick up from where i left off and begin again.

this is the story of my life and moks's. we met, we got together, we went apart, and then met again. he actually predicted it would happen that way - on the very first book he gave me (oliver's story, by erich segal, on the pretense that he's sorry about accidentally putting a crease on a book i lent him), he wrote "in case we meet again." good thing we did.

now we're planning our wedding. and in the hopes that i will have a creative outlet to rant and rave about the details (and in so doing spare him the hassle of having to listen to me all the time about stuff he doesn't understand, like fuchsia and mauve, motifs and themes), we've decided to set up this new blog.

comments, well-wishes, and supplier referrals are welcome and will be greatly appreciated.

there are some people who meet that somebody that they can never

stop loving, no matter how hard they try.

i wouldn't expect you to understand that, or even believe it,

but trust me, there are some love that don't go away.

and maybe that makes them crazy, but we should

all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little

of that insanity. somebody who never lets go.

somebody who cherishes you forever.

-ally mcbeal