you kissed me first on may the 31st,
and you painfully let me go one exactly one year later.
earlier this evening, and with a sarcastic smirk, i suddenly remembered those two dates that make today.
oh how our lives have changed in ways we never had imagined.
here i am, one then two years later:
and forever wearing a sarcastic smirk while hopelessly believing in chivalry and cheesy romance.
i owe fate a thank you,
somehow it has a clever knack for keeping us girls
resilient and aware that endless possibilities await.
cheers to us who are hopelessly, silly after happiness.
i'm about to crawl into bed and write my fiction piece.
then it's off to the flee-market tomorrow morning!