Last year, this day, I just wrote one line, "Too smart to fall in love"
I am still going through my share of make-ups and break-ups but I have learnt one thing through all this and that is, never to stop myself from the pleasure of loving someone.
Days like today, reinforces that thought and I have realised I wouldn't actually mind being the greatest fool for love.
Somebody did ask me, "Don't you like to belong to someone?"
I know I do.
In this spirit, here is a very girlie song from Sixpence None the Richer which I like for the rhythm and the energy.
“Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fire flies dance, silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.”
J is off to Mauritius to moon some honey and I am planning on rock-climbing.