Where is My Mind?

I know I've been ranting on about the movie Fight Club, but it really is amazing.

The love between Marla and the Narrator just astounds me.
They're both extremely messed up in the head,
but at least by the end they can be all sorts of messed up together.

That's probably the nicest kind of love.
If you are really fucked up in the head and someone is willing to be okay with that and love you even more for it. You both may not be alright on your own, but together is a much easier way to make it through things.

The funny thing is, when I first met Lance, he met me at a very strange time in my life.
It wasn't quite as psychotic as the narrator in Fight Club, but I was going pretty crazy inside.
I was spontaneous, reckless, impulsive, I did as I pleased.
When I look back at that time in my life, I don't really know who I was or how I became that way.

All I know is that he fell for me.
I know that he was always there for me, even when I wasn't the best to him.
Lance was the person I went to when the rest of the world was bringing me down.
He was my escape.

I'm glad he stuck around when the reality check hit.
I'm glad he's stuck around all this time he has.
He's just really...really wonderful.

I don't think I can stress that enough.