Wind At Your Fingertips...

She asked him what he believed in and he didn't know how to answer the question. "It's to broad, should you narrow it down?" She smiled, "No it's a simple question, just say the first thing that pops into your head." She sat down at the table and he continued to stand at the counter with his arms crossed. He thought about it for another second and started. "I believe in coffee and the way it makes me feel in the morning. It starts my day off right and I really like beginning it that way. I believe in good music in the morning. Having a good song start my day never fails me. I believe in my job. I love what I do, and who I work with, and believe we are doing something amazing. I believe in a good cold beer after work. Something to bring me down from my day. Good or bad. But I think, most of all, I believe in who we are. I was someone before, but when I met you I became someone more. Someone who wants to experience things. I believe that we were meant to love and fight and kiss and yell. Because I believe that at the end of the day, we were meant to be."