I have found my smiles.

They came wrapped up in a boy named Chucky. I knew he was mine the minute I saw him. I don't know how to explain that statement, but it is true.

I had become this nit-picking, frigid bitch over the past four years & within one evening he managed to remind me just who I actually am.

I am still capable of love. The kind of love that I never thought I'd find too. The hand-holding, giggling, kissing, snuggling, want-you-to-meet-my-parents, precious kind of love.

Who'd have thought!

It hurts to be this happy, but it's that indescribable kind of pain that instantly melts into pleasure & reminds you just how alive you really are.

I think a girl could get used to this.

:blowing my speakers: Jessica Lea Mayfield ~ For Today
:feeding my head: Anya Ulinich ~ Petropolis
:rotting my brain: Flight of The Conchords

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