As someone who is a complete and utter hopeless romantic, I find that whilst the physical is a big aspect of relationships for me, that’s not what I’m craving most. It’s the emotional intimacy, being able to know someone and how they think, inside and out.
Something about the stars in the late evening, chasing away the sun, is my idea of freedom. It’s where the day washes away, and you can reinvent yourself should you choose. Or, if you prefer, you can stay the same.
It wasn’t as though the writing was lifeless and uninspiring, it was that it just wasn’t happening. At all. I’ve been looking for a way to say this for the past couple weeks, but never really found the right words to say.
“Sometimes, some things fall apart in order for other things to come together.” Call it fate, destiny or any other term you may have – I have a strong belief that everyone you meet comes into your life for a reason. It’s not always easy to identify what that reason is right away, but looking back, you may find…