For the first time in a long time, I can feel my tears when a really romantic song plays. After so many eons, I’m listening to Daniel Bedingfield and rooting for the love that makes you “feel like a song without its words” or “a child who’s lost his way”.
For the first time in a long time, I am rooting for chick flicks. Did you see “In her Shoes”?
I know I gasped at the risotto. I’d like to believe there are men out there who will pop the question with plateful of arborio rice and a gorgeous diamond ring wrapped around a golden brown prawn.
You know you’re messed up if you’re listening to love songs on loop.
You know you’re messed up if you can’t stop thinking about those black suede shoes.
Tomorrow, I’m buying them. I know I promised myself I wouldn’t. But I will.
Nothing further, your honour. Thou shalt not judge.