I’ve been neglecting putting word to screen.

Since my birthday 2 weeks ago life has moved into a fast-forward motion. A week ago this time I was waiting to get on a flight to the city of gold. It was an extremely impulsive decision (for me at least). Sometimes one has to wear one’s feelings upon one’s sleeve. It was the moment of truth that was long overdue (about 10 years).

My personal life has been in shambles. After a lack of male interest all of a sudden my life was filled with male interest. Usually I don’t know what to do when the moment strikes. I run away, say the wrong things, don’t see the interest etc. etc.

I’ve taken a plane to meet the love of my life. It took me 10 years to realise that my first love is maybe just my only love. 

We dated as students for 3 years - I left for London for 2 years and left him behind. Did some growing up and breaking up in-between. At that stage I believed that I was setting us free. In a way I did (we did). Through various relationships and break-ups we still were in contact. He’s the only person I could ever do that with and only leaving some of my stubbornness behind can I now see that I never stopped loving him.

This week I looked like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland and felt like him (slightly). I never ever thought I would feel this way again as I’m the greatest cynic when it comes to love.

Hopefully no ball-breaking this time, my love.