Where is he?!

And in an instant I was under his spell. The ordinary became the extraordinary, light sparkled, and taste became weak. I sat in awe as I watched his mouth stretch into that heart wrenching smile. It was his natural charm that had me hooked, his assertiveness left me feeling weak. I watched him in a daze, time became immeasurable and I knew his god-like aura would capture me forever. It was in that moment that I fell in love instantly. My whole world became his; I existed to make him happy. The butterflies of love fluttered around me until I snapped out of my daydream and realised I was in café Nero, on my lunch break… alone.

Some of you may have read that and thought what a loser, but for me, this is the stuff I live for. I desire a love so deep that I can never escape from. As you can probably tell I have not met the right guy yet because if I had, this blog would be full of love letters and butterflies. For as long as I can remember I have always loved to write. Getting my thoughts and ideas on a paper always acts as a release for me. This is why I wanted to start this blog.

Have you ever got really excited about a guy and you end up telling your friends, your sister, your mum, the neighbours and the priest, to keep the church on hold for you. Then the week after you have to retract everything you said about him, yeah that’s me (the priest has currently stopped taking my requests seriously).This is one thing that worries me because if I can’t speak to a guy for longer than a week how am I going to keep you guys entertained? I guess it’s a challenge all round. This blog will be about my search for love and happiness and I hope to hear about all of your journeys too.

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