love in the time of cholera has been taking over my mind for the last couple of days. The dude who wrote this is an amazing writer and it should be noted that this book is dense. Their is so much information on the peculiarities of love. Which has been fucking with my mind as of late. I am not into bold statements but I am sure that I am experiencing a kind of love that is giving me faith in the dreamer that’s inside of me. This has been a continuation of how people bring out the best in me and continuously remind myself of hte person that I should be. Whats happening now is a sort of drunk’n haze. Hours of phone conversations, hours of thinking about the person, and an excitedness knowing that I am going to see that person in a week. I feel as if I am fucked. Like i am diving head first into something that may not work out. Which is perfectly find with myself. I just want to give someone 110% of myself and make sure I am giving my heart, mind and soul to that person regularly. And i am trying not to offend people during this process but I know its hard. Yet, if its any consolation to the people that I have hurt, i grow alot from my experiences and I am finally able to call myself a man.