It's been a little over a month that I've been seeking shelter in your arms from the storms outside, and I couldn't, and wouldn't ask for anything else.
My entire being was jaded and worn from being the victim of my own persecution. I never mind solitude, I find isolation rather healing and comforting. Yet, I meet this gentleman and never would I have imagined that he'd give me the same feeling, if not, more.
A few weeks was all it took for you to walk through the walls I've so carefully built around me.
Well, I've come to realize that when the right person comes and you're least expecting it, you don't even have to "consider" being with them. I've always been one to make a mental list of Pros and Cons, and make bloody mental flowcharts of every boy I meet who's eager to steal my heart.
When things like this happen, you... just... know.
How?
It all just.. fits. Perfectly.
I refuse to turn this blog into a grotesque sappy teenage romance page so I shan't go on. We'll stick to the saying; "Less is more."
Night.
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