When my man wakes up in the morning, he just endears himself to me. *giggles*

Her name is Veronica. Some thoughts about her.

About imagination, loneliness, love, and triumph.

Enjoying the solitude of a park one day an elderly couple strolled by. So engrossed in their mutual admiration society they hardly noticed me. Yet, as they got close, their conversation ceased, speaking they passed on. Then the other scene returned, two enjoying each other’s company. I think I saw love that day.

I will hold the whisper, with all I have.

My grandmother always said people were like shoes,and every shoe has a mate,therefor so do we. It’s just a matter of finding them.

What is so endearing about love that we always “long to belong someone”?