Some nights you are just looking at her when an unexpected surge of everything spills out of your chest and onto the asphalt below. There is nothing you would not do for her, but does she love you back? Does it matter? -DS
Addendum: Irms, my sparring partner in twentysomething angst and blood brother to my spectacular sister, is entering a union of the matrimonial variety this coming Saturday. I hope she knows that her being married is not going to be a valid excuse for failing to contribute to our little chronicle about Jakarta life!
