Anyone Can Live In A House, But

I Want Someone Who Will Adore Me So Much That They Cannot Even Walk Past Me Without Touching Me In Some Way. I Want Someone Who Will Worship Me, Even When.. I'm Sitting Around In Fluffy Slippers With No Makeup On And Hair Scraped Back. I'm Sick And Tired Of Being On My Own. Most Of The Time I'm Fine. Some Of The Time I Even Quite Enjoy It. But At This Precise Moment In Time I'm Fed Up With It. I've Had Enough.

I Wish I Could Be Hard And Cynical. That I Could Take Things Slowly, Not Give Too Much Of Myself, Because I'd Be So Frightened Of Getting Hurt That There Wouldn't Be Any Other Way. But No. Every Time I Meet Someone I Dive In Headfirst, Showering Them With Love And Attention, And Hoping That This Time They're Going To Be Different.

... You Don't Have To Wait For Someone To Treat You Bad Repeatedly. All It Takes Is Once, And If They Get Away With It That Once, If They Know They Can Treat You Like That, Then It Sets The Pattern For The Future.

When I First Started Writing, I Was Living In England And I Had That Uniquely English Sense Of Sarcasm, Which Has Definitely Seemed To Have Left Me. I Am A Naturalized American And My Sensibility Has Become Far More American.

Each Of Us May Think We Know Exactly What We Need To Make Us Happy, What Will Be Good For Us, What Will Ensure We Have Our Happy Ending, But Life Rarely Works Out In The Way We Expect, And Our Happy Ending May Have All Sorts Of Unexpected Twists And Turns, Be Shaped In All Sorts Of Unexpected Ways