Baby girl
you and me
we need some lovin'.

Delicious.

The range of Body Shop products that make a girl like me,
happy.


Oh and of course spending the afternoon with Bee, Bel and Joe. (:
♥

And I think I know what love is.

8 years,
gone in a matter of two months.

Where does the love go?
Does it involve into some sort of negative energy?
Insecurity?
Hate, maybe?

It breaks my heart deep down inside to know that my loved ones-
they have chosen to lose love.
Don't they see how beautiful love is?
How it makes the world go round,
spin faster than usual,
make time pass like lightning?

And no.
You can't count love.
It doesn't have to smart nor insightful nor proactive.

Love is what you have today,
in your hands and heart
to give to whoever you want,
whenever,
wherever you want.

Love is crazy,
and yes, it's blind.
It's different every time you find it.
It's forgiving,
and it's funny.
It's happy,
and it's sad,
unfortunately.

And love isn't about yourself.
Love is about that other person,
happy.

And it doesn't matter if your heart is breaking.
When you have love you have everything.

Avalanche.

Cold heartache floods down on you, unexpectedly.

You cry, but your tears freeze before anyone sees them coming.

The pain, it comes too quickly for you to react.

Then you freeze, afraid to move.

You try to move, afraid to be buried in the rushing cold.








And then you get stuck, in the cold, biting pain, trying to move unsuccessfully, gasping for the little air you'll live no longer on.

JOEEEEEE.
Come with me to Manchester!

And since you're so strong, bring along
-Carolyn, Belinda, Iris, Nisha, Shazlinaah and Ms. Vilmah!





Sigh.

Baby.

The word baby seems so over-used nowadays. It's like, every boy and girl in love calls the other 'baby', and when you read it off something you didn't write, you feel it's such a cliche and it's almost annoying..

until you say it yourself, with meaning.

People use the word all the time, when they're talking to their girlfriends
-Belinda, Nisha, Malini, Shaz, Iris, and Joe and Nick (though they're not GIRLfriends per se);
Or when they're rocking it out on the dance floor, and having a whole lot of fun teasing men.





But when it comes to her, I feel like I'm saying a million things just by calling her baby.
Even this post will come by as annoyingly repetitive, I know.
But I need to say it, because it's all I can think about.
SHE is all I can think about.
And she's my baby - in every damned sense of the word.
My soft, loving, adorable, lovable, innocent, forgiving darling girl.
And just that one word - baby - invokes a million emotions and so much love in me that I cannot help but use it to call her.





Nothing else will do,
but you,
Baby.

Magic.

Every day something is happening in the world - independent occurrences that do not affect us.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't affect someone else, doesn't change someone's life or isn't an epiphany. Someone on the highway may have saved a cow or someone's sister gave birth to a perfect pair of twins or someone got married or someone lost a limb or someone killed a cow.

The world is filled with miracles, love, and of course, magic. I don't mean fairy dust or wishes coming true - I mean the many people's lives that are capable of being changed for the better. I mean people finding love, and finding themselves when they least expect it. I mean parents and children having something new and exciting to talk about and share as they are growing older, and growing apart. Old friends call each other to tell them about a special event that reminds them of the other, and the list goes on.
Magic.


And when you feel down and trodden and forgotten, remember -
someone out there has probably just murdered some sort of animal and feels like crap,
or think about a new-born baby's first cry somewhere in a hospital halfway across the world.
Think about life,
and how it's not always just about you,
it's about how the world around you makes it for you.





Today, I will appreciate the people who love me.