Love is not a victory march, It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah –Rufus Wainwright, Hallelujah.
Love is listening, supporting, trusting and believing in each other.
Love is saying what you think and what’s on your mind.
Love is being you without being judge and being loved for who you are.
It isn’t easy and it isn’t always fun but Love is about finding a way to figure things out together and sometimes it makes you fall out of Love and sometimes it makes you fall deeper in Love.
I know inanimate objects don’t have eyes. Or feelings. I know it, but I swear upon everything that is holy, my road bike stares at me. It stares at me every time I go into the garage. And don’t ride it. It’s staring, and sad, and angry, and disappointed. And lonely. It’s looking at me with the…
It was a small town. She had eyes the colour of a Bombay Sapphire Gin bottle and big ideas. He had a hipflask in his pocket and agitated words. They walked along the waterfront and made a mosaic out of the shattered pieces of their lives.
There was a festival going on, fairy floss and coloured…