Please don’t forget the time we screamed all the way through three states. Don’t forget the time we swore we could do pull ups from a shower curtain rod. Don’t ever dare to forget the play ground fights we started and finished (emphasis on the finished part). But most of all, don’t forget our propensity to fall in love.

To fall in love with ideas. Thoughts that make our brain tick, move and twinge. Thoughts that kept us up at night and woke us in the mornings.

To fall in love with places, sounds, colors and foods. The passions of smelling homely low tide, tasting freshly rolled sushi and hearing the lull of a jazz band along a river walk captures our senses into a wondrous allurement we may never be free from.

People, however, people we have fallen, do fall and must always fall in love with. It’s what we as humans do naturally.

Being born in the month of “love”, February, it can only be assumed that we’d be so easily enamored. However, these sentiments for other individuals are not necessarily always in the correct sense romantic. This very birth month of ours is generally depicted with hints of sensual feelings, when love actually resides in the deep crevices of something else.

Deep in the caverns of each soul, some more obvious than others, everyone has it. We had it as a child, and with everything in us now, I want us to have it in the future: stubbornness.

For us in the future and for all people, I hope we all have stubbornness. I wish we have the stubbornness to hunt our dreams, although they are difficult to capture. I wish for all that they stubbornly choose to love the world around them, even when the skies are gray and the food is dull.

But most of all, I hope we continue to stubbornly, donkeyishly love. To not just attach to those around us when emotions run high and saying yes is easy, but to love when hopes wind up dry and saying yes is what they need. Whether it’s a tedious chore or a life-changing decision, say yes.

Remember, me, that when you lose yourself in someone else, you can walk with new legs and see with a fresh pair of eyes. You forget the judgements that bog downyour mind into the selfish beliefthat you have the right to presume what others have been through.

You may be getting old or you may be staying young. Whichever way, you’re never too young to know what you want, but you’re never too old to give others what they need. Maybe you want somebody to stay, but maybe they need to go. Maybe you want somebody to be happy, but maybe they need to walk through pain to reach their own sunrise.

Dear adult me, don’t give up on love. When you think the match has tired you out, instead of reachingto tap out, get back up and fight the good fight. The best fight.

P.S. Thanks to some quite wonderful people, everyday for the rest of our lives, we have learned and will continue to learn how to love stubbornly.

P.P.S. Stubborn love to all people, including: kind strangers, friends, family, teachers and, most importantly, my Log.