Sleep sleep sleep. Can’t get enough after the lack of these last two weeks.
I grabbed drinks with a girl that I had met briefly on Christmas day at an Irish pub here in Paris. Her simple English and my lack of french made for an entertaining couple hours of conversation but great none the less.
Today was laundry day, and of course catching up on a bit of work. I’m so so behind it’s not even funny.
I am resisting texting Frankie.. I have to let go. Why is it that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I want to get passed this. I don’t want to care about him. It is nice to know that I can get to know someone again in this capacity. To interact in a genuine light way. To learn to love someone despite things. It is a simple love, but love none the less. I am so grateful for the experience.
I’m a catch! I’m amazing. Doesn’t someone want to be a part of that? Someone equally amazing! Where is my other half….
I have to be whole on my own first before I can contribute to someone else.
But are we ever whole?
Or is it more about the willingness to be on that journey.
“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Who gives a fuck about your first love. Give a big round of applause for your second love, because they taught you love still exists after you thought it could never again.”
I purchased sheep yogurt today by accident thinking it was natural sugar free yogurt. It was.. nasty. After eating one I decided to translate the label. oh my….
