There is a zombie attack. Who would you look for first?
No email and no phones. (not because they changed their number or blocked you on
Facebook)
It's in these crazy times that you realize that you have to live for today and
try everything you can to fix things.
It's in these crazy times that when you realize you want to spend the rest of
your life with someone you want the rest of your life to start right now.
It's in these crazy times that patients is not a virtue, but a pain in the ass.
It's in these crazy times that you realize that every day they are on your mind
And you want nothing more then to be in their arms.
It's in these crazy times that you need to let them know that everything will
Be different because we will start fresh.
It's in these crazy times that you realize that your the only person You wanna talk
to in the morning, afternoon, and night.
There is a zombie attack. Who would you look for first?
I would wait here for you because you were right. We will never find anyone like each
other and I don't even want to look.

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”