So when I finally stopped trying to date in London, of course that was when I met him.
That person who I thought, wow he's amazing, who makes me smile even when we are so lost in translation all you can really do is laugh.
Because he’s not happy for the same reason, I’m not happy then it’s not an issue the issue is we just aren’t talking.
Yes, so I was meant to be being single, meant to be finding myself, meant to have X dates per week "with myself" - not anyone else. But he was just too amazing and too perfect, even his imperfections and the perfect ones for me and when I'm with him it’s just so fun, I feel like my flirty teenage self again, so I thought stuff it, I can't not at least try to ask him out and see where this goes.
Not going to lie, sometimes I can still be my pain in the butt teenage self again. And he definitely can be as well, but then I remember anyone who can't speak to me like that or isn't intelligent, have an amazing soul and see the magic in the world. Then I just won’t be into them and they won’t be into me.
They won’t be enough.
Life is about possibilities and glitter. (Magic)
So make time to do your nails (and add as much gillter as you can to your life)