We have a long way to go to being the perfect couple, we certainly donโt live the fairy tale marriage, he doesnโt shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?
Cecelia AhernI love it here in Boston and I love studying medicine. But itโs not home. Dublin is home. Being back with you felt like home. I miss my best friend. Iโve met some great guys here, but I didnโt grow up with any of them playing cops and robbers in my back garden. I donโt feel like they are real friends. I havenโt kicked them in the shins, stayed up all night on Santa watch with them, hung from trees pretending to be monkeys, played hotel, or laughed my heart out as their stomachs were pumped. Itโs kind of hard to beat that.
Cecelia AhernLove can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools.
Cecelia Ahern