I know that I may just be completely ridiculous, but I dream of a love that takes my breath away. A grand type of love. The ones people write stories about and make movies about. An extraordinary, cloud 9 type of love.
Regardless of how many failed relationships or how many times I’ve been hurt in the past, when I like someone I always give it my all. Cause at the end of it, I can say at least I tried.
But its hard. I won’t ever forget this book I read that said it wasn’t fair to expect someone to heal our wounds. Or to even let the poison from the wounds seep into new relationships. So although I’m scared to let someone close enough to fall in love with me, I’m trying.
Under the stars last night.
Lupine Flowers at Folsom Lake by Tsuyoshi Shirahama
Best friends, for better or for worst right?