Roar in the Afterglow

We all want to love the person we fall in love with, we all want to tell them how much we cherish their strength, their capability of standing up, and staying that way. We all want to love someone for the smile they bring with them, for the laughter that now brightens up our face. But I want you to love her too. I am not my past, I left that behind. But I still hold her hand, till this day, always, and each and every night. I don't need you to love me that much, I know you already do. But she needs reassurance; that you would have loved her too. It wasn't pretty, I was a mess. But each night I tell her, I do not love her any less. Once someone I loved, used the word %#!?¤ when describing girls who...well lets say look for attention in obvious ways. I was her, before him and me- only my hope for love (how twisted it may have seemed) was within those walls and the paradigm of something that would never be received.  I don't even call money making ladies by

I'm the girl who dreams of flowers, but hopes for a text back. I'm the girl who's face lights up when hearing "maybe", but wishes so dearly that you would run for her through the airport tracks. I'm the girl who leaves a message so you could hear my voice, but almost never dares to ask you for a call (no pushing), it should be a simple choice. And when you then later text me, something short, funny, well were back on the same track. I'm the girl who would run a mile, just to see the smile on your face, I'm the girl who hopes that one day you would feel that way I'm the girl who is used to hear you thinking, "isn't it all one and the same ?" I'm the girl who's learnt the difference between daydreams and reality, but really- this cutting it short, it is a shame. ' I'm the girl who allows herself to hope that one day you'll suddenly cross the threshold to the bar, but I'm also the girl who knows- the t

One of the most valuable lessons in life is that no one else will be your knight in shining armour (or Wonder Woman or Xena). In life, you ride your own white horse. And that said; you are the key to your own happiness. So don't wait. And don't lay the expectation on someone else. You can take your own adventures, today (okey maybe not today but like when you get annual leave). An you can buy your own flowers. You can comfort And I'm not denying the fact that it would be nice to one day have someone to do some of that for you. But until then. Don't wait, and even then. You are, and will always be, your own knight Here are my weekly £2.00 flowers, celebrate your life

As a child we could do unsuccessful cart wheels followed by a smiling grin,  we didn't think much of what they thought, no worries rolling in. Until teenage life put on its spin. "You're great but.."over and over started following a few years later, No wonder we know set out to break our own heart, no wonder we demean ourselves in advance. "I'm a bit crazy, and I'm not that smart, and clumsy.. yeah you saw that from far." Nervous laughter, and on the inside we are thinking.. we ruined this from the start. This is how we break our own heart. But what if we could sit in that swing again, smile with a grin all the way through and till the end. No worry or embarrassment of what we would have raised in their thoughts. just us, as ourselves, and the right people will never be lost. Unbreak your heart.

Dating, with expectations, laughter, over thinking, doubt...worry... ..Starting something new with someone can be exciting yet terrifying. Throwing yourself in there (again) hoping that THIS is the time it will be different, hoping and longing for (yet fearing) those good bits, you know- replies to that text you sent a few days ago, and with a smiley face (our millennial standards..) or that they come to your door with a bucket of flowers (far less likely and sort of frightening), can be both butterflies and a stomach twister.... And when received a cherry on our cake for that week, a step or leap up the ladder, or a fear of how high we now have been taken.. or may I say how far the drop down is. The higher you get lifted the more painful the fall (or actually, if high enough, we might just become a splat, and so there was nothing left at all). Its ironic how scared I get when good things happen.  Who wants to be taken up when we just might end up like that pancake we made for br