What is love, without loving yourself? What is beauty, when you can’t see skin deep? Love is it’s own journey and pathe that you cant force yourself down. It’s like a hot summer day and a cool breeze blowing through your hair. You can’t plan something that’s on its own course. We go through things in our life that can either break us or make us stronger. And love is something that you have to feed on and return as much of it back as humanly possible. Don’t force something to fit where it doesn’t belong. Don’t ruin the surprise of true love and true romance. Be patient for it! Let it come and take your breathe away!

I want to take this oppurtunity to tell a little fairytale of my own. Just to better shape this meaning of love. It’s the only thing I have and I will treasure this for life.

I’m going to paint a picture, a rough sketched out drawing of myself on a spiritual pathe of my own. I was broken and trying to learn how to live again. I was just relocated in Boca Raton, Fl in a halfway house. My escape from my life I left in Georgia. Away from the ever day chaotic lifestyle I grew into. It’s the monthe of October and my 20Th birthday is a a few weeks away. Counting my time in jail, I was sober for about 3 and a half months. I was a fragile young girl trying to come to terms to my own addiction. I didn’t realize this fantasy life I was living. It never seems to hit you till it’s all over. It was a struggle to get started there. I was working, going to meetings everyday, and spending the rest of my spare time on the beach. The momeant I met my love of life was nothing spectacular, no fireworks went off. I mean for one of the most life changing moments of your life you’d think you would feel something like, wow this day forward my life will never be the same. But no, it was something I think of now, and we talk about often, because It was a total shock how far we’ve come from that day forward. It was the night of my birthday, I was kinda talking to this other guy and he wanted to take me out shopping, so I made plans withe him. But something else came into my life, and I felt compelled too. I got together withe one of my other friends and we planned a evening out at Starbucks. I completely blew off this shopping spree, I think I knew deep inside that there was something I couldn’t miss out on. So I brought my room mate, and my friend brought his friend, who picked us up at my halfway, and so it began.