Fun Fair!

I think there is something truly magical about attending, seeing or even hearing about a fair. It sends a bubble of pure delight and enjoyment throughout my entire being and makes me excited beyond belief. It must be a thrill that has remained with me since my childhood because I can not remember a time when I did not love the fair.

So with exams looming, problems being avoided and a whole three years worth of hating boys, I have been spending the last three days completely enraptured by the lights and sounds of the most enthralling place in the world. The fair. I sit on the shed I used to play football against, watch the fireworks from my comfy place and sit back and drink in the atmosphere.

Something good always happens at the fair. It is enchanting and brings me good luck. It's like my own personal leprechaun. I have fallen into a "lovely comfortable" at the fair. I have been involved in "Beautiful Mistakes" at the fair. It is the most wonderful place and I have the most amazing memories in it. Lets just hope that I have a good change and an exciting new memory waiting for me in the wings of time at this fair. This weekend. A girl can always dream... 

Just thought I would share the most happiest place in my life. ^.^
On that note... Ta-Rah! Love CBC xxx

Dead Poets And Dreams Of Love

I really, really like him. I was worried that maybe my thoughts of him were sparked purely on my need of love and affection - a rebound of sorts. However, I keep thinking 'what if he goes and when I think of him, it's tainted with regret because of the love I could have pursued and the relationship that we may both have needed?'

I'm so, very confused. I persistently want to talk to him. He is frequently in my dreams. I can not express how much I think of him. I've reverted back to my younger days.

"Love-Me-Not's" 

   Stealing Hats

Tickles and Giggles

 Prods and Pats

   Butterflies And The Shakes

That Leave You High As A Kite

Forgetting Previous Heart Breaks

   Teasing, Flirting, Play Fights

Feeling Like Nothing Can Compare

      To The Curls In His Hair

  And The Grin Upon His Lips

Butterflies Now Burst And Nip

     Taking Shelter From The Storm

Your Arms a Haven - Safe And Warm.

Written by me (TM)

Fear still drives me on but I think I may have to follow my heart on this one. I'm just worried about what will happen if I do and then July comes and he leaves my life forever. Whichever path I take, I know that it will hurt me a lot when he leaves because he has become such a big part of my life. He will be the one that changed my life during one of the hardest years I've ever experienced, but to him, I'll only be a footnote from the time he came to Brighton. A small, misshapen memory.
Ta-rah... CBC ^^ xxx