Amongst the Thorns, She Fights!


I find myself smiling for no reason, in the most hilarious circumstances. Everytime I reach for the phone, I’m hoping it’s you, and when it is, it’s so evident to the people around me that there’s a difference in me. The girl I work with gives me this look, but doesn’t say anything. I find myself blaring music, jumping on the bed dancing, and I can happily blame you for all of it.Β  I find myself smiling even when I’m doing the most dullest of chores, whether it’s making tea or ironing my clothes, I’m humming a little song and there’s a tiny bounce in my every step. Yep, definitely and happily blaming you for it all…

Every call, every text, every word, every <3, you melt my heart. The cynic in me, I have no idea what happened to her. I’m completely floored by you, and there’s not one minute I don’t think about you…

I’m finding it hard to tell you in person, and maybe it’s too soon to say… or maybe I’m a wee bit scared…But I hope you know what this means…


“The day we met was like a hit and run”…

…”we’re spinning on a roller coaster ride”

9 responses

  1. But I rarely ever call you :s


    April 8, 2010 at 5:45 pm

    • you!!!! πŸ˜› edited πŸ˜› πŸ˜› πŸ˜›

      April 8, 2010 at 6:20 pm

  2. Edited what?

    April 8, 2010 at 6:35 pm

  3. Chavie

    Awww! I’m really happy for you Blackrose! πŸ˜€

    April 8, 2010 at 8:14 pm

  4. ❀ πŸ™‚

    April 8, 2010 at 8:21 pm

  5. Shaaaa, how cool is this this?
    all the best, better tell him soon, ne?

    April 8, 2010 at 8:26 pm

  6. crystal flame


    April 8, 2010 at 9:56 pm

  7. Yay!!! Sounds fantastic πŸ™‚

    April 9, 2010 at 3:10 am

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s