''If you're alone, I'll be your shadow. If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder. If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow. If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile. But anytime you need love, I'll just be me.''
That is what has been given to me today, written in the worst handwriting ever, and on a really uncouth scrap of paper bearing a logo I don't even want to hear about anymore. But to bling bling me, it means the world. It means the little big three words which I love hearing... I love you. It also means that maybe it's time to utter the four big little words which I am not used to saying.. I love you too. It means that someone has noticed the fear and the jumpiness coming out of the sleep-induced haze. Sleep which is so unsmooth, bumpier than all the potholes of the island put together. I know it is a phase. Yet that doesn't make it easier. But the paper also means that Big Brother is watching, if he's a brother at all. Which makes it sweeter. People might not be connected to each other by blood, yet the connection is as powerful. It's all the thing called love, not the physical, the emotional. And while I might resist and resist it, it's been there all along. It's time to give in and admit that the bitch is in love, has been for a long time now. It's the transition from bitch to babe. Just have to get better somehow. It's a rocky path. But love makes things happen. And they're finally happening. It's the power of love, corny I know, terribly sentimental, but all happening just the same.
That is what has been given to me today, written in the worst handwriting ever, and on a really uncouth scrap of paper bearing a logo I don't even want to hear about anymore. But to bling bling me, it means the world. It means the little big three words which I love hearing... I love you. It also means that maybe it's time to utter the four big little words which I am not used to saying.. I love you too. It means that someone has noticed the fear and the jumpiness coming out of the sleep-induced haze. Sleep which is so unsmooth, bumpier than all the potholes of the island put together. I know it is a phase. Yet that doesn't make it easier. But the paper also means that Big Brother is watching, if he's a brother at all. Which makes it sweeter. People might not be connected to each other by blood, yet the connection is as powerful. It's all the thing called love, not the physical, the emotional. And while I might resist and resist it, it's been there all along. It's time to give in and admit that the bitch is in love, has been for a long time now. It's the transition from bitch to babe. Just have to get better somehow. It's a rocky path. But love makes things happen. And they're finally happening. It's the power of love, corny I know, terribly sentimental, but all happening just the same.
