Things that make you go hmmm.....

I was watching The View this morning, :-), and Clay Aiken was their guest co-host. He said something that really made me think, rare for me :-) Evidently they've sent out a survey to people who serve in the military to ask questions about how they would feel about Don't Ask, Don't Tell being repealed. Of course, they went back and forth, but eventually Clay Aiken said something to the effect of, if you had sent out a survey in the 60's to white students asking them if black students should be able to attend their schools (wow, "their" schools) unfortunately the majority probably would have said no. BUT that doesn't make it right. Just because the majority feels a certain way, doesn't mean it's just.
I am not in the military, which I used to think meant I was not entitled to an opinion on this. But would I have stood by and let segregation continue? Or would I have joined the fight to end it? I hope the latter.
And so I say, believing that someone's sexual orientation would effect their ability to serve in the military as much as the color of their skin, that I stand alongside those who feel it should be repealed. Revealing or not revealing your sexual orientation should be your choice. And your ability to serve in the military should be based on just that, your ability.

To first or to third...that is my current question

So I've had this character in my head for a long time now, and I've always thought of her story from first-person narrative. Naturally, when I begin to write about her, I and we and all the other first-person pronouns come out. But lately when I'm taking random notes or writing a part of her story, third-person has begun to come out. I'm very confused and not sure where I want to take it.
I like the idea that we can hear her thoughts and feelings and opinions. This is all about her and her discoveries and her history. The story is meaningless without her; the story is her. She would be first-person major :-) Meaning she is the main character.
Perhaps I could switch between first and third, if there are scenes I want the reader to know about, but she does not yet or never will...
Hmmm....it's just frustrating because I feel like I should make the decision before I write more, but I feel like I won't know for sure until I write more. I believe that's a catch-22 :-)
I guess I'll just keep writing as it comes and it may be something I have to piece together in the editing process.

Love

How can I contain this? How do I keep my chest from breaking open? The pressure, the overwhelming pressure...ironically I feel it will end me. But I know it won't. I know I can handle this. I think I can handle this...
How can the pressure still be building? It's reaching up to my eyes where the tears begin to pour out. It's reaching down into my gut. Pulling at every part of me. My soul. You are altering me completely.
How can I still be breathing? You are filling my heart so completely. There can't be enough room for this. Your face is filling my eyes...your beautiful face. Your angel blue eyes. Just when I think I can take no more I see your love for me in your eyes. I laugh. Pure joy.
The laughter frees my chest. I breathe deeply and throw my arms around your neck.

How can I be so lucky?

I don't care.

You are mine forever.

I will love you longer than forever.

*Words cannot convey my love for my husband :-)*