It’s a scientific fact that gratitude reciprocates. - Matthew McConaughey

I was falling in love. “What would I have to do to lose you?” I asked. As I said these words I turned to look at her out of the corner of my eyes, the drink in her right hand already halfway to her mouth as she was moving to take a sip of it. How graceful her hand moved, never hitching, never hesitating, just fluently gliding as it would have if a question like that had never been asked. The drink reached her lips, and she took a nice, easy sip, her eyes staying with the sunset. Then, she took a relaxed, satisfied swallow, and slowly lowered the glass back down to its wet ring resting place on the wooden arm of her chair. “Oh, that’s easy,” she said as she turned her head to me. My heart raced. Her eyes found mine and settled. “Change,” she said.

More than enough room to have some dogs, raise a family, and bang on my congas in my birthday suit without disturbing a neighbor.

Can we live in a way where we look forward to looking back?