I’m sitting alone in a café with iced cappuccino in front of
me and the duet from Indigo ft Juliana Banos on repeat. You can go figure that
particular song, if you want to. I can feel butterflies flying around in my
stomach. That’s annoying, really. I meant, this phase – the kind of phase where
you start to know a wonderful person in your term and you smile reminiscing
about his jokes over and over again. It’s like you’re standing at the edge of
the cliff, the kind of cliff that you can find in Ireland, and you almost fall
down but something called “rationale” is holding you back.
Don’t rush into love- whispers your heart.
I won’t – you brain murmurs in a soft voice, only your heart
can listen to the sound of it.
