I am so in love with this cover.
I had the best Valentine’s Day with the boo. We went out to Red Lobster & I found a new love for lobster. We shared dessert, exchanged gifts&love letters and ended up being the last ones there from just talking. He’s such a gentleman that it leaves me speechless. I know, I’m a cliche hope*ful romantic these days. It’s kind of sickening. We went back to our room and I can’t even comprehend the amount of cuddles that went on. I’m slowly getting to know all of the weird little quirks about him and I’m enjoying it. He’s a total bed hog and even getting up to grab a bottle of water, I come back and my spot, and the rest of the bed is taken. I can’t handle waking up in the morning without him there and not tangled up in him. I’m such a gush these days but I’m in love.. but for all the right reasons. I’ve fallen back in love with myself, and with my life aswell. They say that no one can love you before you love yourself and I finally know what that means. I’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in my entire life. I really can’t wait to get out of London so he and I can really share a life together. I’m just waiting on everything to fall into place.
On a much lighter note, I spent the day listening to Mt Eden and putting together my man’s Valentine’s Day gift. I’ve put a lot of thought into this gift. It’s not some shitty Hallmark Card & box of chocolates. This is the first Valentine’s Day I’ve had someone to really go all out for who I know will appreciate it. Someone to really share it with. I couldn’t be more grateful to have him in my life. He knows me better than anyone else and I can say this with confidence. I trust him and I really have no doubts. We bicker, but never fight. He never gets angry and has never said anything even close to negative to me. It’s almost surreal. I’ve completely gone from one extreme to the other. I feel as if my ex didn’t treat me so badly, I wouldn’t appreciate what I have now so much. This almost scares me because it feels too good to be true and I’m a skeptic. Every wall that I’ve built around myself he’s torn down. I don’t feel bad about it though. I feel open and vulnerable but it feels good this time. It feels right. I don’t feel taken advantage of, or abused.
I feel… free, or something.
As the whole world knows, it was recently Valentine’s Day. I spent mine alone, well.. physically. I won’t be seeing my man until Monday, a week after Valentine’s Day but it’s what works for us both. I just remember sitting on Facebook this past V-Day and being utterly disgusted with people. All of these girls posting pictures about what they got gift wise. Is that what we’ve become? I mean, If anyone loves a good gift, it’s me.. but to base Valentine’s Day strictly around gifts? That’s just stupid. None of these broads posted about anything about their significant other & I get it, some would rather not put their raw emotions on the internet but let’s be real. I hated seeing girls posting about how they got this&that from their man, and I wasn’t even able to spend time with mine.
Be happy for who you have in your life, not the fact that they may come bearing gifts.
5. moroccan oil.
4. artificial beauty.
3. morning cuddles.
2. anticipating summer.
1. deadmau5’s “raise your weapon”.
5. always waiting.
4. over-active mind.
3. petty arguements.
2. stage five clingers.
1. compulsive behaviours.