a side of cheese

Days like yesterday are often more difficult than most for me. The constant desire to be with the american is amplified; the volume practically tuning out my rational thoughts. Truth be told, I'm a bit of a mess.

But I put on a smile, hide the hurt, and get on with it. After awhile, you learn that's about all you can do if you want to keep yourself (and those around you) sane.

Yesterday however, was a tiny bit more tolerable. A bouquet of flowers thoughtfully delivered to my office followed by a (skype) sushi date - yes, we both ordered sushi and ate it together whilst skyping - made my heart ache a bit less.

Our relationship has come a long way; I suppose that's typically how relationships work. They either evolve and get better, or they end. The american's thoughtfulness and attention to detail have caught me off guard as of late; and I love every moment of it.

And though Valentine's day might be just a Hallmark holiday, I'm kind of in awe of the beauty that accompanies the feelings of today. If people focused to bring the same energy they bring to this day to all the days in the rest of the year, the world would be a much nicer place.

Baby steps.


ps. this photo is actually a vintage wooden sign by the talented folks at not on the high street. And I need it, so badly.