One year ago today.

This was me one year ago today; stepping off the plane in Milan, Italy.

  

This was the best two weeks of my life, and I would pack my bags and go back tonight if I could.

I've heard it said...

“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.”

Coincidence? I think not.

I must be the luckiest girl in the world.

It's not enough.

I love the sky most of all.
But you are more to me
than all the skies.

Dreamt Aloud

In the faded haze,
Behind curtained eye lids.
A familiar voice,
Reaches through muffled connection.
Pulls me from a dark nights grasp.
Reminding me of what is,
And assuring me of what will be.

Aching to keep you deep in my subconscious,
I loosen my grip.
Eyes jult open.
Frantically searching
Desperately longing.
Of course,
Only you could reach me here.