Love, the hardest way.
Since my last post my blackberry has gone awol, TWICE. I cried, a lot. That’s been sorted now and I have my berry in hand again, sparkly cover included :]
On Valentine’s Day I did get one card. A pretty red one with confetti and hand written messages inside. Oh, and it was from my mum. I don’t agree with there being a nominated day in the year to prove to your other that you love them and appreciate them anyway. On February 14th, you EXPECT it, so to me theres nothing special about someone showering you with gifts and telling you how amazing you are if it’s on February 14th. That should happen at any given day throughout any given year and you should KNOW that your other has made that effort because they WANT to and because they REALLY FEEL those things about you, and not because St Valentine has indicated that they should.
A recent update on me being a spaz includes tripping over a Henry hoover and apologising to it because I thought it was a person, managing to lose my blackberry twice in 2 weeks, throwing m&ms at people in the cinema, STILL not being able to whistle and supergluing my finger to a ballpoint pen. I WORRY ABOUT ME. Steph and I are competing for spaz of the year, usually I’m number one candidate but she did manage to get her car towed in Edinburgh at the weekend so she’s definitely back in the running.
I’m feeling pretty great these days. That hollow, aching buried deep inside has gone. I’m not sure when it left, but it did. This heart is whole again.
