I thought I did. Too soon after the divorce, too soon in every sense. But it wasn’t. Now I know I met him just at the right time in my life. He’s been by my side every step of the way, through all the shit that divorce entails. 

I just heard this from my colleague this week. It had been a year since we met. When I told her about all the changes in my life, she told me that she had always thought of me being really sad. Despite my smile and my pretense. Now things are different. My happiness shows, I’m told. 

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka

(via regular-love)

Mood tonight.