I'm a butterfly when I'm in your hands

So in just a couple of days time I’ve gotten myself a room mate for a while plus made a big decision. This takes a lot of planning but then again planning is what I do best. I’m staying positive because the butterflies in my chest and the feeling of home and being safe with him won’t go away, I’m sure of it. We're worth a try (a hundred tries even) so now I'm just eager to make this happen. Now now now.


Right at home

Wish I could say home at last, but that’s not really how I feel. Right now I just want to take my bags, my little man and leave this place. Sure I’d miss my friends and my family but I wouldn’t be away for too long, I promise. I need that experience and I want that man. Feels as if I’ve made my mind up.

The trip was fine. Sure I was tired because the bus arrived an hour too late and the bus was as hot as an oven. But the second I stepped out of the bus I felt at ease again. Two eyes, that tall body and a kiss: Who wouldn’t feel right at home?!





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