Back to myself.

Just when I thought there was no going back, or turning back to myself, it happens - I suppose its true when people say that if you stop searching for something, or looking for someone, it or they will find their way right into your lap.

I'm going to keep myself from being too optimistic but surely this weather and feeling good about myself isn't a crime? I still find myself thinking about R. But its in a different way, my heart doesn't sting whenever something reminds me of him, its more of a dull ache that I find myself getting irritably bored with and I'm just willing it away now.

I can feel my life falling back together, back to how it should be and finally I am going to be out for myself, no one else. Until D makes his steps, or tire tracks into my world, at least.

Ibiza 2010 is going to be the best 10 days of my life, and I honestly can not hold on one day longer.

'I just haven't met you yet'.