Dreams

It's the merit of the man that he's made me have daydreams.

Unbelievable. For the longest time I was a sceptic about love, and life and happiness. Always go in expecting the worse; that way when things work out, you're pleasantly surprised. Always kept men at bay, chose to take lovers instead of investing emotionally. Worked bloody well in work, too, because I became an anal retentive at work that produced. But that'sa nother story.

On my way home to-day, I actually found myself drifting off into a fantasy reality and I wore an idiot smile for half the bus ride.


Shit, I think I'm in love.