I met a man who makes me write beautiful things.

They aren't necessarily happy.

My love, she keeps me warm...

Dear you, before Christmas I felt something. 

You are a man I will gladly follow. Not only because you make me turn my head after you when you pass me by, but most of all because you make me want to turn my heart to after you. It's you I want to have by my side when things go wrong, it's you I want to share  my happy moments with. It's your tunes that I want to be stuck with, and your humming as soundtrack. You are the one I want to come home to. You make me want to be a better person, because you deserve so much. I carry your heart with me, I carry your heart in mine. 

The late bloomer

Disclaimer: Yes, I am a romantic at heart.

Now that we acknowledged the elephant in the room.

I haven't felt like this since A., and not even about him.

I am glad that I am here, I am glad that I am feeling this, whatever it is. I will always have this image of him on the bike that will make me smile. 

I know I am not realistically hoping for anything. But hey, I have always been a late bloomer.