I love to travel. All I think about is how I can get my loved ones to experience the things I have. I can't comprehend how my dad is happy at the end of a long six day work week. Or how my sister just wants to be with her baby. Or how Megan is so thrilled to be pregnant.
I'm always wanting more. Something different. Seeking and thriving on the changes in my life. I'm so bored with bundaberg I could kill myself.
What motivates people?
I think It's love. What a concept. A love of what? For my dad it's the love of spending time with our family. And my sister it's the love of a life long dream come true. She has always wanted a baby. I'm a bit more selfish. For me - it's because I love the feeling of being loved. Oh Jesus, should I admit that on paper?
Should I tell the whole world that I'm so selfish that I stay in bundaberg because the boy loves me and for that I love him? I love him because he wakes up in the morning more cheerful and peppy then he is the entire day. He wakes up with a smile that reaches his eyes and a joke on his lips. In the early hours of daylight, he hugs me so tight I can't breath.
I don't want that to end. I don't want it to change. I'm oh so happy with him. I don't want my dark side to kill him.
1 comment:
Don't worry, i didnt read this....
Post a Comment