The Little Things

"I'm not that special" he said to me as I stood up. 

I smiled at him as I turned away and walked out the room singing to myself quietly, "you are to me."

I'm not sure if he notices the way I look at him, or how I try and get as close as possible to him when we are sleeping but I think this one just might be exactly what I'm looking for. 

I was single for the best part of 2-3 years, and I hated it. I hated it so much I decided I needed something to fill up the time I had saved to spend with a significant other so I started blogging. 

I loved it so much I decided to start writing my book again. Never thinking I'd get very far with it seeing as I started it in college and honestly I don't have a lot of self confidence in anything I do. 

I had met him around the time I broke up with my last boyfriend (who didn't last very long - pretty sure he cheated too) and we hit it off as friends. 

We stopped talking for a while as he was going through a tough time at work (not that he told me) and became very needy so for about three months we didn't even say a word to each other. 

My mother mentioned to me that he was in Portugal and that I should try and rekindle the friendship because - let's face it - he was an excellent to me. 

I never thought I'd ever be with someone who treats me right but you know what, he does. 

I now believe in love again. 

There is someone out there for everyone and I guess the point of me writing this post after speaking so much about a previous guy is to show that pain leaves over time. 

You find the things you need in places you would never think to look and you'll never look back.