I once fell very deeply in love, and remembering him today brought back memories. Memories that I am happy to say are faded, but yet which you know will never really go away. Moments we spent are cherished, albeit tucked away in those drawers of the heart as you go about your daily (I refuse to say 'routine') life. Life is short - think Michael Jackson, whom I salute as an excellent performer notwithstanding any issues one may find - and I dread to plod along believing I will never love in this way again. I realise I say this, sometimes in the third person narrative, perhaps because a large part of me wants to distance myself from it all. He was, and I believe in some sort of way, will always be my first true love and a very special someone and that will never change. I am no longer (years ago actually) hung up and I thank the Lord for that. Although I admit I have yet to see His hand in this, I am living life believing His heart (that all things work for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose). Some part of me knows none has yet fit the bill and I am trusting Him to find him for me. I recognise this might be the (very little) alcohol speaking, but what the heck, this is the place like I said that I lose myself. I thank God for how He has brought me through and I cannot wait to see what lies ahead that He has planned for me.
xoxo
claire.
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