She said, "You fall in love with crazy women."
Well, that's not exactly right. I fall in love with all of them. Some of the crazy ones have loved me back for awhile. If I'm gonna give it an honest assessment, it's a miracle that I've had that in my life.
Three things have gotten me through. The music and the dogs and the cats.
You get through every loss, I suppose, but not in one piece.
Seems to me that romance has two purposes in the big picture: procreation and broken hearts. The first time my heart was broken I didn't go to the doctor and it never healed properly. I don't guess I've ever been right since then.