I just realised I posted greatly conflicting posts within the last hour.
One minute I'm raving on about my heart beating like a jungle drum, the next I'm angrily chewing the cud on the idealised bliss of young married lovers.
And I've come up with a diagnosis for my inner confliction about the L-word.
I'm in love with the idea of love. GREAT IDEA . Nice, comforting, and altogether safe. What could be more romantic then being in love with the idea of love?
*Pic is compliments of Blinky Bill Grows Up.
Inspiration Item #19