Everynow and again I feel compelled to write. I am thinking and decide on something and want to tell the world about what I am thinking. On this occasion I am glad of my blog. Im reading "If You Could See Me Now" by Cecelia Ahern (you know her name because she also wrote P.S I Love You) and its a nice story about a woman who is so caught up in her life that she forgets how to love, and stuff like that. So she basically end up with an imaginary friend who she falls in love with. At the start of chapter 26 her imaginary friend called Ivan is talking about how all of his senses are all of a sudden alive (describing being in love with the woman, without saying this). My question is why do people always write about this kind of bullshit. Don't get me wrong, I understand that love is the greatest thing you can be blessed with in your life, but it doesn't happen the way they always say. I'm very much in love with my fiancee, but it was not love at first sight. He does not make every hair on my body stand on end, he does not make me shiver with delight. He doesn't make my every sense feel alive or anything like that. But he does make me smile every time I see him. He does make me laugh so hard I think I'll either wet myself, or cry, or faint, or all three. And he does make me feel safer than I have ever felt before. Love is real. It's all about learning about someone, and standing the test of time with someone. It's not about giving up at the first, second or even third hurdle!
Amie-Dillo
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