You know me, I never do Valentine’s in red. Black is what I adore, prefer, serve it on a plate daily, and lately, what I let embrace me. Just like love. I let it devour me. Completely. LOVE… just a word really. Nothing compares to what it does to you.
I live for romantic love and it has taken me twenty years to realize it. I had it, searched for it and craved it since I was 14. I need deep, passionate, “can’t live without each other” kind of love. What you desire is what you attract. I had sleepless nights, restless nights, “come with me in the middle of the night and let’s get lost” kind of love. I climbed rooftops, went to new places, it’s the only thing I did not hide from. Continue Reading…









