Day = Made.
The cutest thing happened on my drive to work this morning.
I stopped to let a lady and her elderly mother cross the road in busy traffic - the elderly woman then waved at me with a big smile and mouthed “have a good day”.
And suddenly, in that moment, I liked people again.
Dear future girlfriend #49
It has been so long since I last wrote to you, I’ve been busy trying to become the person that you will eventually foolishly fall for.
In the past I may have not been ready, but I feel like all I want to do right now is meet my best friend, the person who will always be there for me. The person who will always make me laugh; make me realize that life is not as serious as they make it out to be - it’s much more fun than that.
Life is good; and for the first time in a long while, I can say that I feel good and mean it.
But I want to say life is great. So hurry up, punk.
Last night I saw someone I met in London. It brought back memories of a strangely enjoyable day, walking along Oxford Street. It’s really weird, there was not much in it, but I’ll never forget that day and that smile.