I'm in love with the most wonderful man on earth. He makes me feel happy, loved, lovely and free. We have time. We have time to think and time to talk, time to discover whatever dreams we might share and which road we prefer. I’m in love. I’m confident, strong, and madly in love. He makes me dazzle on my feet, he makes my wildest dreams come true. He gives me strength, confidence, trust and trustworthiness. I would put my heart in his hands and go for a walk. I would give anything for his touch, his presence and his attitude. He fits me perfectly, and he’s mine.
I still need to figure out what I’ll do with the rest of my life, of course. But everything feels so much lighter, so much brighter, when shared. I’m quite sure it will be perfectly fine, together.
I’m in love. I’m finally ready to give in, to reach out, to forget what is lost and to move forward, to what’s new. It is new, exciting, vintage and colorful. Still, it feels familiar, almost comfortable, as if I couldn’t imagine life without him by my side. If anything, it won't be grey. And it's getting better, every day.