I’m the sort of person to fall in love easily. If I allow myself to, I would fall in love every single day. I fall in love with boys and my soul sisters, my family and strangers, animals and Mother Nature. I see a beauty in all people and things, even people I don’t know (hello, the wise man on The Project on telly). I find that I can be loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. That’s alright though, to love at all is a miracle.
I find that when I am alone and no one to complement or talk to or touch I think of the boy I love and who inspires me the most. The love that I have for him, and the powerful love that he holds keeps me warm and full and happy.
I’m a bit of a hopeless (and, ehem major) romantic and it is messy, really messy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way because I feel bad for the people that are scared of love.
If only everyone could love like this.