A Sunday Kind of Love

   I believed in love once. When I was a little girl. That’s what fairy tales do to you. They introduce you to a world of magic and happily ever afters. But as I grew up, my life began to plummet down its own rabbit hole. I would sob as if the earth had opened up and swallowed everything good with it. When I turned 21, the universe granted me the honor of kissing love. So… I kissed it. Touched it. Stared it in the eyes. I believed in love once again faster than any form of doubt could ever enter my discombobulated mind. It’s magical. Like a ‘Sunday type of love’. Magical enough to tranquilize the distressed soul that lives within my body. I had found that innocent love I once believed in. As time goes on, it continues to nourish and replenish my soul with nothing but happiness and wisdom. I’ve learned that “every once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a Fairy-tale”



About _AWildDreamer_

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1 Response to A Sunday Kind of Love

  1. silverlining says:

    Aww ❤ This love sounds wonderful!


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