Its no secret I am a passionate person.
I daydream, I try to be hopeful, I want to believe.
I was recently asked if I fall in love easily, oddly enough...I answered yes.
Despite the fact I can say, I've only truly loved one man in my little lifetime.
I do it all the time.
I fall in love with a view or a series of words.
I fall for melodies that play on repeat, which in return inspire a photograph.
I find it thrilling watching the light dance and seeing my couples blissful in love.
It may sound silly but, I can honestly say, I am a romantic.
I am not romantic in the sense of needing a man to make me happy.
Ironically enough, that's the only thing in my life that's made me unhappy.
I fall in love with beauty or something raw and honest.
I love sincerity and have mini love affairs weekly.
I try to find the most inspiring things in my world and feed off of them.
Its what makes me tick and more importantly, its what makes me happy.
I do not fall in love in the traditional sense.
It takes a blow torch to warm this heart of mine but,
it doesn't mean there isn't room.
Go ahead, make a mockery...
at least I know what I was made for.
Today I fell in love
"the only woman you ever loved, that got burnt by the sun too often when she was young"