Better Than Me

No one knows how to lift my spirits better than me.Just put me behind the wheel and give me an adventure to embark on.

No one knows how to make my heart flutter better than me. Play me something beautiful, progressions with minors and husky voices and words that sing what I feel.

No one takes care of me better than me. Give me my matchbox flat, flavours to mix in a pot that nourish my belly and my soul.

No one calms me better than me. Make the room quiet and leave me to my own devices.

No one knows me better than me and no one loves me better than me because I’m all I’ve got…



“I’ll save it for later; when the mood is right and the moment is perfect,” she mused.

The thing about the perfect moment though, it is aluding. It is always just out of reach. The mood, not quite right enough, the moment, not quite perfect enough.

Sometimes, you will find, that you left that perfect mood and perfect moment behind as you put it off for later.

Sweet Embrace


After a week that felt like a lifetime of turmoil and angst and fear and giving up, he walked in, pulled her close, kissed the very corner of her mouth and held her. A thick embrace filled with so many words they both didn’t know where to begin untangling. Sighs of “I missed you so” and “I’m so sorry” and “I never want to be without you”, “How I love you” perhaps? So they stood there; him holding her, her holding him and they felt it all instead.