The heart of me is strong today.
Anybody else notice how much happier I am when I just, literally force myself to forget about him? I lose concentration sometimes, like in maths today, I scolded myself when I allowed myself to transport myself back to sitting within the bushes next to the lake with the ducks. I've tried to force him to the darkest depths of my mind. I feel so much better when I push the memories that, as much as they give me an uncomfortable fuzzy feeling, also make me feel like I have been repeatedly punched in the stomach by Cupid. I'm happier today. I feel like I'm finally going somewhere, finally getting a grip that I should have grabbed hold of months ago.
Talking of beautiful, Iker Casillas is on TV.
Need I say more?
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