Dear Taylor

A letter of sorts

Dear Taylor, 

I don't know how this crazy mess called life has swallowed us. At times it seems unbearable. A never ending highway of speed bumps and pot holes, trying to derail everything we are working for. Anger flares tempers and true feelings come out. It's almost like a drunken spurt, where angry thoughts are sober feelings. A ride into the sunset is what we're hoping for but won't ever happen. Holding on to love is like holding on to a fart...eventually it's going to f*****g explode. Hopefully that explosion is more , monkey love sex, than monkey love s**t throwing. 

I think this "adventure", which is one of your favorite words by the way, is meant to be a growing test. Test of heart, love and every other dumb s**t emotion we can squeeze into this. We'll always be two souls learning to dance together. Experiencing new emotions about one another. Do I have the right words? F**k no. Will I always make the right decisions? Hell no. If you're with me it's usually a drunken, laughing till we cry and holding hands when we don't want to sort of life. I can tell you there will be sunny days and cloudy days. On the rainy days we can stay inside binge watch tv shows making sweet sweet love. It's not going to be easy but usually the best things aren't. I'll be Wilson if you be Jackie.