Breakable

Funny how things change. Funny this life. Funny that I´ve found my harbor, my rescue, my safety -- the man  who sees me, with all my cracks, and still chooses to love me. Funny that I love him so much and on so many different levels regardless of so many things. Funny that he is all I want and then some more. It´s a funny feeling when you know, deep inside, that you are in the presence of the man you´ll spend the rest of your life with. The one who can break you with one single glance, but who chooses not to, simply because it would break him too. Funny feeling when you walk down the street with your hand in his and you know, at the core, that you are walking next to the love of your life. Funny feeling, with lots of doors closing, lots of things being left in the past, but a new, bright and shiny one just about to open.

The one towards the rest of your life.

Alanis Morissette – In Praise Of The Vulnerable Man

Boxed in

S: You´re ticking all the boxes, Nina.
Jag: Really?
S: Yeah, even boxes I did´nt know I had.

Working man

As we drove under the Tuscan sun you began to fade. As we drove miles and miles across a dream I began to loose you. We said goodbye a long time ago, but you were still there, always there. And now, a fading image of a man who never stood down, whose future was bleak and who had my heart in another life. I wonder sometimes how you are. I wonder sometimes if you smile when you remember that summer. I wonder sometimes who I would have been if you had not come along. Because, the ones that affect your life in a profound way are few. The ones who inspire greatness in you are even fewer. The ones who change you, at the core, always come in single numbers. So, you're in here -- with your feisty fists, your intense gaze, your no bullshit mentality and your brooding manners. You're in here -- with your terrible dress sense, your magic feet and your fast mind. And, even though I don't think of you much these days. Even though I see no reason to dream of things that never came to be. Even though my life leaves me hopeful and giddy and happy, I'll still carry your words with me, always.

"Nina, let's endeavour to achieve the unachievable." 

And as I hear your voice in my head I smile, because I suddenly believe that I can. 

The Saw Doctors – Clare Island

Under the Tuscan sun

I would have liked to have a picture of every moment. A snapshot of every single second. Of you and me in the moonlight, swimming beneath the stars, in the Mediterranean. Of you and me, curled up in that small tent in Tuscany -- on a gypsy campsite, with the warm breeze blowing through our hair. Driving miles and miles across the beautiful, rugged Alps -- covering large distances, but feeling so close to it all, and so totally in sync. A five star hotel in Florence, with our very own terrace in the scorching, hot sun. Dinner on a rooftop overlooking the city: you, clean-shaven, boyish -- your eyes twinkling across the table. And that morning, in a lorry park on a freeway somewhere in Italy: chased by flies, ogled by lorry drivers, but laughing, always laughing at it all. Coffee in a little Italian village on a mountaintop: flowers spilling from every balcony as we touched ancient streets and bricks and stones and finally, one of the most beautiful little churches I have ever seen. You, there: petting a beautiful, moon-grey kitten -- even though it was 36 degrees in the sun and the air hurt to breathe. Your lanky frame, your black hair (that had started to turn golden in the sun), your skin, translucent and shimmering in the blistering light. And me: extatic, blissfull and giddy, but as always, with a core of darkness and doubt. Could this be? Can you really be? 

Him. 

Katy Perry – Wide Awake