So today I was listening to the radio and that beyonce song "halo" came on. It was a weird song. And then I started thinking about julie and julia and husbands and wives and girls and love and such.

It led me to this:
I have never and probably will never revere a man like that. He's an angel? A saint?? What does that make me? If I think he is those things then what must I think I am? A monster?

And it's kind of gross to imagine a woman, a girl, who thinks SO highly of her significant other that he's her angel, wears a halo, or is a saint. Adam, who is a thousand times wonderful and completely considerate, and always going to do the right thing. To me, even he isn't so high and mighty as to be *evangelical.* I've never thought he was SO great I was blessed just to be loved by him.

So dear world, stop making love sound so gross and servile. No matter what you say he's no god. Just a lowly human like you