A blog from the past

Its typical, I've finished the killer essay and am ready to take on the world of journalism, however, the first thing I write about is love.

I will never write hard news and my ability to fantasise is probably the reason why! Anyway, this is what I found scrawled in an old diary and it made me smile and got me thinking...

"As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't meant to let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and its harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did (guilty!) You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures (a very bad habit unfortunately), laugh too much (another bad habit), and love like you've never been hurt (still need to work on that one)."

There is a lot more to that extract, but the rest is pure lovey-dovey rubbish and it has a lot to answer for regarding my 'perfect man' check list. So enough of that.

I think being idealistic is dangerous, but being optimistic is worse, and I'm so optimistic that even my perfume is called 'Chance'.

This is what has become of my mind now it has no Austen to stimulate it! One text from a 'stranger' and my brain is summer-salting with ideas, memories and smiles. In short it's treading on very thin ice and in need of some serious controlling.

But maybe if lightning can strike in the same place twice, then maybe cupid can too?

It almost feels like these past six months have only paused my life and its now playing from where it left off. Perhaps it is the optimism talking, but, I'm not saying I do, because I don't, and I'm not saying I'd never, because I won't.

Talk in riddles? Me? Never!