While at the Greek

Love is not the rush of blood, or the giddiness, or the excitement. Love is the no matter what. Love is the in spite of. You don't lose love; you lose the sense of home, the sense of friendship and familiar territory. And when all the pixie dust is gone, all that remains is somebody who is there for whatever, who you can sit on the couch and watch bad movies with. Or call at 3am when you ran over a cat and hit the car on a tree in the process.



Cyma's tzatziki and pita made me and my best friend this (philosophical thinkers of love and other cheesy things).