Love Kills

Whenever I think of young Love I see myself as a sixteen year old, tears streaming down my face, looking outside of my secondary school window. I was inconsolable and my friends felt that I was a little “out of it”. It was a case of “He doesn’t love me enough to be with me publicly but he likes me enough not to let me go or be with anyone else”. And what is it with playing games? I had thought that I would be able to keep up with the games and chasing but I guess when you care enough, you get hurt easily.

Post V-Day Love

Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised with two letters that I received from N and D.

From N:

She drew and coloured the bird! Isn’t that sweet and awesome?

From D:

A drawing, foam stickers, stuff from her favourite pub and restaurant, a few stationery, a card with a Bible verse, a sticker from PETA… and the most beautiful thing of all …

An MTV guitar pick!

Oh, I found these lying on my bed last Thursday

V-Day Sweets from my Mum, I liked the lip shaped stuff