We loved with a love that was more than a love

This title has no meaning except for that I’ve been thinking about the poem because it was quoted in an episode of Felicity. Isn’t Poe something that 7th & 8th graders learn, versus college students? Anyway…

I’ve been thinking a lot about that show since I’m watching it for maybe the 4th time in it’s entirety. I would probably rate it as my very favorite show of all time. It just does such an amazing (I think it was Felicity that originally started abusing this word-SERIOUSLY) job of capturing moments that stay in your collective memory, during a very formative time in life. I don’t know about you, but my early 20’s were some of the hardest, most rewarding, and most memorable to date. It’s pretty much when I feel like my life started. It’s like Felicity filmed those moments and put an almost perfect soundtrack to it (minus the Sarah McLachlan references). Heartache, love, friendship, discovering yourself, loneliness, discovering yourself with someone else and finding the right rhythm… It’s like my own personal coming of age story, without the Noel & Ben drama.

Remember how Felicity made the Sally tapes in the first couple of seasons? I was thinking that I might start doing this, except instead of sending tapes to Sally, I’d record thoughts on my iPhone on my walks to pick up the boys from school. Then, I could use them for writing material. Here’s the catch: I’m trying to imagine myself walking with an empty stroller, essentially talking to myself. Thoughts? I normally don’t care about looking too much like a fool, although yesterday I did change clothes before leaving the house after spilling a plate of salad on my lap…

About Laura

"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit." -e.e. cummings
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