Life can often be cruel and it can often be surprising and sometimes, the more we try to figure it all out, the less it all makes sense.

Just this month, both of my very best friends said a tearful goodbye to their beloved childhood pets. After spending a little over half of their lives loving something so unconditionally, there they were being forced to say goodbye. A goodbye that was completely out of the blue and a goodbye that neither of them could ever fully prepare for.

It was this particular life changing event that posed a question; how does someone ever find the strength to go through a heartbreak such as this and still come out untouched?

After personally going through a very similar struggle myself, around seven years ago now, the answer is you don’t.

Although we may survive it, none of us ever survive it completely untouched. Amazingly though, despite many of us believing otherwise, time really does heal all wounds. Although it may not seem like it at first, eventually, enough time passes us by and our wounds begin to heal. Eventually, another animal comes along and steals our hearts and eventually, we learn to smile again.

Although nothing may ever replace what was lost, given enough time, the pain will soon fade. Eventually, the sad memories will be replaced with happy ones and before we know it, what was once lost, is now a memory that can never be lost again.

Like our relationships with animals, the way in which relationships with people often end suddenly, also had me thinking.

It may have been a long time coming or it may have been a startling surprise, but however a relationship ends, when it does, someone is left heartbroken. At first, the pain may seem unbearable and the thought of loving someone again is bound to terrify us. Eventually though, as time passes by, the pain begins to fade, until one day the pain is just a distant memory and we’re finally strong enough to let someone else in.

Eventually, someone new will come along and sneak their way into our hearts. Eventually, the tears are replaced with smiles and as if almost in an instant, the pain we were once feeling suddenly melts away. Before we know it, we’re finally heading towards the light at the end of the tunnel and after everything, we’re finally strong enough to love again.

So it would seem that when life throws us a curveball that we aren’t quite sure what to do with or we’re faced with a struggle that perhaps we aren’t quite sure how to handle, time is often our safest bet.

Give it time and above all else have faith, because although it may not seem like it, we are quite often stronger than we lead ourselves to believe and eventually, like everything, we will get through it. There is a light at the end of every tunnel and if we walk for long enough with our head held high, eventually, we’ll see the rainbow start to shine through.

A rainbow that is bigger, brighter and more beautiful than we ever could have imagined.

Something arrived in the mail this morning that had me smiling more than anything I could have ever expected. It wasn’t a parcel, it wasn’t a letter and it wasn’t an invitation, it was however, a bank statement.

Given my current circumstances though and the fact that I have not had a job in quite a few years, I must admit that bank statements don’t usually have that kind of affect on me. Today however, it wasn’t my usual bank statement that had arrived, but was instead a copy of the statement from my American account; the one which I had used to do all of my shopping while we were having the time of our lives on the other side of the world, just a few months ago.

Just like that, in the middle of my normal, everyday life, a piece of paper had taken me back. Back to Vegas, back to Hawaii and back to every single tiny little memory in between.

It was that exact moment that started me thinking, just how quickly we can forget something and just how quickly we can remember again. Just how easy it was for one tiny little object to spark a flood of memories. Memories that were thought to be forgotten, yet just like that, every little detail was so clear in my mind again, that it felt as though I never really left.

Today, a piece of paper with simple black and white words and numbers, managed to take me back to the most amazing holiday of my life. Back to the Las Vegas Strip, back to the Hawaiian beaches and back to a moment where time almost stood still.

Today I was reminded that regardless of how much time may pass us by or how much of something we may think we have forgotten, there will always be something that can bring those memories back, be it only for a moment.

You see, memories are never really completely lost. They may disappear for a while and we may assume that they are forgotten, but they’re merely just standing by waiting for an opportunity to reappear. Memories are something that can never be taken away from us, nor can they be replaced. In fact, they are quite possibly the only thing in this world that has the potential to last forever. Although our feelings, like the weather, may be constantly changing, memories are one thing that will always, always remain the same.

It is by no means a secret to anyone, that I absolutely love food.

It is also far from a secret that my favourite vegetable and quite possibly all time favourite food at the moment is sweet potato, followed closely by popcorn or anything corn for that matter. So you can understand my excitement when I stumbled across a little slice of heaven in a bag, when I found sweet potato and corn tortilla chips in a little corner store on the streets of Hawaii.

It was as though they were created entirely for me.

From the moment I opened that very first packet and sprinkled them with a little bit of my Himalayan Rock Salt, I was hooked. So much so, that the corner store had ran out of packets within just a few days of us arriving. Needless to say, when they still hadn’t restocked their shelves the day before we were due to fly home, I was absolutely devastated.

Upon returning home however, after a month of Hawaiian food withdrawals, I decided to try and Google my way to an online supplier; there had to be some way of shipping that little slice of heaven in a bag, all the way from Hawaii to Australia.

Sure enough, after countless dead end roads, I eventually stumbled across a wonderful website that just happened to ship to Australia. To my surprise, not only did they sell my sweet potato and corn tortilla chips, but they had everything else that I could possibly dream of and more. Including my coconut shower gel and moisturiser, that was much cheaper than I ever expected.

I of course went a little bit crazy, adding anything and everything to my shopping cart, only to find that shipping costs were a little more out of my price range than I would have liked. So after informing Mumma of my newfound favourite website, we came to a price agreement; as long as I was able to keep the shipping costs around a certain price bracket, then I was allowed to order my heavenly chips, along with my coconut dreams.

I was completely over the moon.

Being my Dadda’s daughter however, I wanted to see what I could do to try and make my order just that little bit cheaper. I had seen a 15% off coupon on the internet a few weeks before hand, but it had since expired. So instead, I decided to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Eventually, I tired of waiting and decided that regardless of the price, I was just going to order them. It was then however, that I realised I was too late. The one and only thing that I had wanted more than anything, was out of stock. Just like that day in Waikiki, those heavenly sweet potato and corn tortilla chips had sold out.

There I was yet again, absolutely devastated and left with no other choice but to continue to wait. So just like I did the very first time, I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

By this time, a few more months had passed and my wonderful chips had still not been restocked. Not only had they not been restocked however, but now every single other product sold by that very same brand was no longer available. They had all disappeared and I was left with a cart full of products, with the only real thing that I had wanted, now impossible to order.

I was heartbroken.

A few more days had passed while I was still far too upset to even think about what to do next, until finally, I received an email: 15% off all orders placed tonight. Needless to say, despite my disappointment, I stayed up all hours of the night placing my order of coconut dreams.

Coconut shampoo, coconut conditioner, coconut shower gel, coconut moisturiser, coconut hair strengthener, coconut lip balm; you name it, I ordered it and I ordered it in coconut flavour. Just incase that wasn’t exciting enough though, all of the products were of course entirely organic and chemical free.

Still a little upset about the loss of my sweet potato and corn tortillas though, I decided a compromise was in order. The gluten free baking section had quite a few pancake mixes, something that due to my countless food intollerances, I had missed almost as much as my little Hawaiian slice of heaven. So after a little bit of research on just which baking mix I should choose, my disappointment had soon faded when I replaced the loss of my heavenly chips with a number of pancake mixes.

So chances are I although I probably won’t be eating my Hawaiian sweet potato and corn tortilla chips any time soon, come Christmas morning, I may very well be waking up to a santa stocking full of pancake dreams instead. A compromise that after everything, I was more than willing to make. After all, I always have been more of a breakfast girl at heart.

This week my amazing boyfriend started his very first real job since leaving the world of Professional Baseball. A full-time job working Monday to Friday, compared to a job where he was spending six months of the year at home and six months of the year on the opposite side of the world.

I guess you could say that this week was our very first week of living our lives as somewhat of a ‘normal couple’ and after just five days, I’m starting to miss him already.

After being almost inseparable for a little over a year now, as ridiculous as it sounds, spending five days apart and eight hours a day of being unable to speak to each other has been a little bit harder than I had first thought. In fact, to be perfectly honest, I think this whole working idea is going to take some getting used too on my part and I’m not even the one that’s going to be working.

I’m sure if you didn’t think so already, you’re probably sitting there right now thinking I’ve gone completely crazy. After spending six months of the year on opposite sides of the world, for two years in a row, here I am complaining about just one single week without him. When it comes down to it though, I don’t think it’s the week itself that has me struggling, I think it’s more the long term picture that makes me a little sad.

At least with him spending six months in America, it meant that for six months of the year I had him at home, all to myself and although I’m sure the distance wouldn’t have worked for most couples, it worked amazingly well for us.

Now though, now he spends five days a week working down at the Gold Coast, which means five days of being apart and only two days of being together. So if you were to sit down and work it out, over the space of a year it equates to a little under eight months working and a little over four months off. Which means really, the six months away and six months home together deal that we had going on was really quite a good deal after all.

In answer to your question; yes, I did actually sit down and work that out. Like I said, after being almost inseparable lately, this whole full-time job business is quite a big change for us or it’s quite a big change for me at least.

In saying that though, I guess that’s just a part of every day life. I guess that’s just what you sign up for when you go out and get a job; something that I wasn’t really aware of, considering I have not had a job myself in quite some time.

Here we are however, trying our luck at what the rest of the world seem to have been doing for well, forever really and after just one week, I’m already starting to sympathise with all of those couples out there in the working world. I think I’ve just recently decided that maybe this whole idea isn’t quite as easy as one would think after all.

Today is finally Friday though, which means that our five days apart are finally over and our two days together are just about to begin. Today is Friday and it’s already 5:30pm, which means that if he hasn’t already left, my boy will be leaving very, very soon to come and see me.

Before I know it, I’ll be back in his arms and we’ll be laying down together while he plays with my hair and tells me all about his very first week. Before I know it, those five days apart won’t have mattered at all, because for two whole days I’ll have him back home with me again.

So for a girl who never really kept track of the days and who never really cared whether it was a Saturday or a Tuesday, I guess you could say that I have just recently developed a newfound love for the weekend.

Dear Friday afternoon; I know that it has been quite some time, but you will be pleased to know you are again back to being my favourite day of the week. If you could pretty please do me a favour though and ask your friends Saturday and Sunday if they could maybe go a little bit slower for me from now on, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you and I look forward to seeing you again next week.

Yours Truly, Samantha Jane xx.

As most of you are probably already aware, I have had quite a few food intollerances over the past few years, leaving me fairly limited when it comes to food options and meal times. What you probably don’t know however, is that just recently, quite a few more things have been added to that list.

With a list that originally began as no wheat/gluten, dairy, soy, eggs or nuts with the exception of walnuts, it has now unfortunately grown to include many other personal favourites. After a recent trip to see my lovely Naturopath, one which we are finally actually happy with, we are now heading down a new path with all of my tummy issues and we’re trying our luck at the ‘Blood Type’ diet.

Now, being type O Negative means that luckily for me, I can still eat my usual meats such as chicken, beef and lamb. It means that I can still have my usual salads made up of lettuce, carrot, tomato and beetroot, but sadly cucumber is now out of the question. Vegetables are mostly fine, I can still have my usual brocolli, beans, pumpkin and sweet potato, which have become a daily dinner favourite as of late, but cauliflower and potato however, my two least favourites, did not quite make the cut.

Unfortunately corn was also taken away, which considering kettle popcorn was the love of my life and a daily afternoon staple, tacos were my all time favourite dinner option and corn thins with freenut butter were a perfect occassional treat, this was probably the one that hit me the hardest.

Then, on top of all of that, my delicious coconut was also taken away. No more coconut yoghurt with my muesli for breakfast, no more coconut ice cream as a little treat and just when I had discovered how to make my very own chocolate using only raw cacao, manuka honey and of course coconut oil, the coconut oil gets taken away along with everything else coconut.

Today though, after being a little bit upset lately about the loss of my coconut, a lovely little purple vegetable had me smiling again.

About a year ago, I discovered the delightful purple sweet potato. Similar to the gold sweet potato, however it’s skin is purple, it’s flesh is white and let me just say, it tastes a lot like heaven. So good in fact, that I basically lived off of that and that alone for an entire year. During that time however, it was never overly popular as far as vegetables go and so I was never able to come across its proper name, leaving me to believe that it must have just been your average purple sweet potato.

After seeing quite a few chip packets containing the root vegetable taro however, with what looked to be exactly what I had been eating all year and having never seen an actual real life taro before, I started to think that maybe my purple sweet potato was in fact not a sweet potato after all and was perhaps instead a taro. Given that the name didn’t at all change the flavour of the vegetable itself, I of course continued to eat my lovely purple potato.

As luck would have it however, within a matter of days of having that realisation, I was again reading through the blood group diet outlines and sure enough, there it was in black and white; all O types are to steer clear of taro.

So just like that, yet another favourite was taken away and there I was, completely disappointed all over again. Not only could I not eat cucumber, coconut or corn, regardless of whether it was raw/cooked/popped, now I couldn’t even eat my favourite of all favourite vegetables.

It was official, I had decided that this blood group diet just wasn’t going to work for me.

Like always though, I did what I was told and I stopped eating my favourite purple vegetable, along with my favourite kettle popcorn, my delicious corn tacos, my corn thins with freenut butter, my favourite coconut everything and my lovely cucumber salads.

Today though, all of that disappointment magically melted away.

Today there was a big giant rainbow at the end of a dark and gloomy blood group diet tunnel and there was one little girl who was very, very happy to see it shine through.

Whilst walking around Farmer Pats, our favourite fruit and vegetable shop, Mumma called out excitedly from across the aisles for me to come over. Considering she does this quite often however, I didn’t think it was anything to get too excited about, so I slowly made my way over, asking what it was that she wanted. Her overly animated response surprised me and she answered with just one single word – “Taro”

I looked at her, puzzled, to which she pointed at a pile of vegetables and in an even more animated voice this time, again said just one single word – “Taro!”

After looking at the vegetables she was pointing towards and again hearing the excitement in her voice, it finally clicked. Within a matter of seconds, my whole entire face had lit up and I was screaming in excitement, hugging her at least ten times over.

“Oh my gosh Mumma, do you know what this means?”

She smiled and responded with even more animation in her voice than the times before – “I knew you were eating purple sweet potato, I knew it wasn’t taro!”

Sure enough, like always, she was right.

Needless to say, I raced over to the vegetable aisle as fast as I possibly could, filled a bag with my favourite purple root vegetable and smiled the whole entire way home. Unfortunately though, dinner was already organised for tonight, so my favourite purple vegetable would have to wait a little while longer to be reunited with my belly.

Tomorrow’s dinner however, it had already been decided that tomorrow would be roast night. We would be having a roast with endless amounts of purple sweet potato and considering no one else in my family likes the idea of eating a purple vegetable, it would seem that compliments of the lovely Farmer Pat, my Christmas had just come early.

When it comes to people, you can never really be certain just what you’re getting yourself into. Even when you think you know a person, life has a way of surprising you.

There are those people who come into your life at the exact moment you need them most and almost instantly you connect. From the very second you meet them, you know that it’s lasting. Regardless of how it all happened, you know that this person is going to be a big part of your life, for as far as you can see and chances are, you are probably right.

Then there are those people who come into your life for just one single moment and just like that, they’re gone again. Almost like a Guardian Angel sent from above, there to guide us through something that maybe we weren’t strong enough to go through on our own. Then, just as quickly as they appeared they leave again, taking with them a small piece of our hearts.

There are those people who surprise you, in a good way. The people who perhaps you didn’t notice at first or the people you may have misjudged. The people who you think you have all figured out, only to find that you couldn’t possibly have been more wrong and that really, you didn’t have them figured out at all. The people who were in fact just a little more guarded in their attempt at a friendship, but the people who end up impacting your life in a positive way nonetheless.

Then there are those people who surprise you, in a way that you never expected. The people who you thought you knew, the ones who you thought were genuine and kind, but who turn out to be just the opposite of what you thought. The people who manage to trick their way into your heart, leaving you with doubts on who you should trust the next time around.

There are those people who have been in your life for as long as you can remember. The people who have helped shape you, the ones who have made you who you are today. The ones who you couldn’t possibly imagine your life without. The ones who you are certain won’t ever leave and if you’re lucky, they won’t.

Sometimes though, there are those people who do.

Sometimes it’s the very same people who you trusted would stay, who end up being the first people to leave. Sometimes it’s the people who you counted on to hold you up, who somehow end up being the ones who let you down. Sometimes it’s the people who you never in a million years expected would hurt you, who somehow end up being the very same ones to break your heart.

Sometimes we get it right and sometimes we get it wrong. Sometimes people stay and sometimes people leave and in the end, we really have no way of knowing just which way it’s going to go.

In the end, I guess all we can ever really do is cross our fingers, close our eyes, trust in our hearts and hope for the best, because even when those people we never thought would let us down end up proving us wrong, there will always be at least one Guardian Angel waiting just around the corner, standing there with open arms ready to lift us back up again.

A couple of days ago I read an article on Facebook about onions. About how once you cut them, they can soak up the bacteria from an entire room. It said that if you’re unwell or if you have the flu, simply cut an onion in half, place it in a jar in your room and by the next morning, the onion will be brown from soaking up the bacteria and you should be starting to feel a little bit better.

Now, given the circumstances of the last two years of my life and everything that I’ve been through, I have done more than quite a few crazy things along the way on the off chance that one of them may have aided in my recovery, even just a little. So as far as crazy ideas go, the thought of having half of an onion in my room really didn’t seem overly crazy to me. In fact, I actually found it to be quite clever.

Like always, I of course informed Mumma of my recent discovery, to which she laughed and responded with – “Sam, you don’t have a flu”

Obviously like always, she was right, but I was determined to try out my new found experiment, regardless of outsider opinions. Maybe if the onion could collect the germs from a flu virus then perhaps it could collect the germs from other things too. It had to be worth a try.

Sure enough, that night I stole half of a red onion that Dadda was using for his salad and placed it in a bowl. A bowl which I later snuck into my bedroom and sat down beside my bed. Considering I am not at all a fan of onion however, I am not quite sure what I was thinking.

By the time I had climbed into bed that night, the scent of fresh onion had flooded the room and within about half an hour of laying there, it was almost too strong to handle. So strong in fact that I was on the opposite side of the bed to where the onion was and yet my eyes were still beginning to water.

There I was, laying in bed trying to sleep in a room filled with the scent of onion, just because I believed that it could take away a flu virus that I did not even have.

So far, it probably was not one of my greatest ideas.

The worst part of it though, was that by the time I had realised my idea was completely crazy, everyone else in the house had already gone to bed and I was far too embarrassed to walk out of my room, turn the light on and have someone else walk out and see me standing there in my pyjamas, holding onto a bowl with half of an onion inside. This was definately not something I needed people to know about.

In fear of someone seeing me leave my room in such a state, I instead shoved my head under my pillow, tried to breathe as few times as possible and pretended that the taste in my mouth was not raw onion and luckily, somewhere in between all of that self torture, I managed to fall asleep.

In the morning though, much to my disappointment, I of course awoke to find that the onion was still there, still completely white in colour and not at all flu-like. So just in case I wasn’t already embarrassed by my big bright idea last night, it was now morning and I still had a room that smelled of raw onion, I still had tears in my eyes and I still had a bowl in my hand with half of an onion that I had to try and hide on my way out to the kitchen. Only now it was broad daylight, so my chances of hiding my embarrassment had gone from slim to none.

I was now certain that this definately wasn’t my greatest decision. In fact, I think I changed my mind fairly quickly, as far as ideas go, maybe it was a little crazier than I had first thought.

This weekend we had a series of ‘Supercell’ thunderstorms threatening the areas of South-East Queensland. Although we were quite lucky on this side of Brisbane and didn’t end up witnessing any large hail, damaging winds or flash flooding, the constant thunder that could be heard throughout the house was more than enough to send my little baby Matilda into hiding.

After spending the entire day inside with her tail between her legs, I knew my chances of putting her outside come night time were completely non existent. So before going to bed on Saturday night, I had her mat all set up on the carpet in the corner of the computer room; her favourite spot in the house. I sat her down, gave her a kiss on her head and said goodnight and from what I could see at the time, she seemed to be perfectly fine.

Later that night though, heading into the early hours of the morning, I awoke to find a little wet nose trying it’s best to sneak in underneath my pillow. The dog that the little wet nose belonged too, then proceeded to sit herself down right beside my bed and snore her little head off. It seemed that perhaps the computer room wasn’t fine after all and that she would much prefer to sleep in her Mumma’s room.

So there she was, my big brave German Shepherd, the one who was meant to be making me feel safe, all curled up in a ball laying down beside my bed, trying her best to hide from the big bad storm.

In her defence though, it was by far the loudest thunder that her tiny little ears had ever heard. Mine too for that matter. It was so loud in fact, that it sounded like an entire heard of the biggest, fattest, roughest elephants that you had ever seen, using our roof as a trampoline.

To be perfectly honest though, she really isn’t a storm girl even in the best of times. Regardless of the fact that she is designed to be a big brave German Shepherd, my baby Matilda doesn’t even like to get her dainty little paws wet. In fact, it’s at the stage now where depsite her age and her sore back legs, if the mat at the back door is wet, then she won’t go anywhere near it.

Instead, she will walk around the dry edges until she is as close to the door as possible and then jump her way through the open door and into the house. All of that effort, just so her dainty little paws don’t get wet. It’s quite embarrassing really.

With that being said though, I think we all know exactly where she gets her bravery from. Considering that even at the age of twenty-one her Mumma still needs a babysitter if she’s ever home by herself, just because she can’t sleep otherwise, it’s no wonder Matilda is exactly the same.

After all, as much as her Dadda may think otherwise, little baby Matilda really is a Mumma’s Girl.

Today Boyfriend and I took Baby Bear for his very first swim and looking at him all dressed up in his tiny little swimsuit, he was even cuter than I ever could have imagined.

Between the two of us, we had spent most of the morning cleaning the house and setting up outside, so that my two bestfriends could come over and we could all wade around in our little blow up swimming pool, a swimming pool that to be quite honest, I don’t think Baby Bear really liked at all.

Although the day was organised entirely around him, going by the expression on his adorably chubby face when I first put his tiny little feet in the water, Baby Bear did not at all like the idea of going for a swim. He didn’t scream and although he did his best not to cry, he did pull some fairly cute little cranky faces, while he was tucking his tiny little toes up as far away from the water as he possibly could.

After taking his feet out of the water and giving him some time to warm up to the idea, eventually I tried again, this time doing my best to make the whole swimming idea seem a little more fun. Given the fact that he is only four months old though, he didn’t really seem to grasp the concept.

In my opinion, I think he just saw the pool as one giant sized bath tub and considering he doesn’t really like his bath at the best of times, it shouldn’t really have come as a shock to find that he wasn’t thrilled at the idea.

It wasn’t a complete failure though, at least the tiny little dip of his toes was still enough to wear him out. For the rest of the afternoon, while my three bestfriends and I were outside wading in the pool, our little Baby Bear was laying out on my sunbed underneath the shade cloth, snoring his beautiful little head off.

Next time though, I think we might be better off to wait until our beautiful Baby Bear is a little bit bigger, a little bit stronger and perhaps a little bit braver. After all, you can’t really go swimming without getting your feet wet.

There’s something that happens to a girl when she falls in love. Something that not all of us will acknowledge, but something that we’ve all been through at least once in our life. If not though, let’s just say that it’s one extra thing you have to look forward to on this big adventure called life.

Now, speaking for the general population of course and not just my own personal experiences, once a girl first gives away her heart it has been said that she can often go a little crazy. Sometimes even crazier than she was before.

Firstly, if she wasn’t already a jealous person, she will be now. Some days more than others and other days not at all. However, jealousy is still a curse and once a girl falls in love, be prepared for her to become the green eyed monster.

Whether it’s a childhood bestfriend, a work colleague, a mates girlfriend or just another girl you looked twice at while you were walking along the beach together, the details really aren’t going to matter. At the end of the day, if the other girl is attractive enough for us to feel threatened, then be prepared for World War III.

If your bestfriend is a girl and it didn’t seem to be an issue before, be prepared for it to become an issue now. No girl likes that kind of competition.

If the girl at work who just happens to have pretty blonde hair and legs that go on for miles, decides to message you about anything other than your weekly roster, be prepared for a complete top to bottom phone search. No girl likes the thought of someone else flirting with her boy, especially one that pretty.

If your mates girlfriend made an attempt to date you first before she ended up with him, regardless of how long ago it all happened, be prepared for us to tag along to every event she’ll be attending. No girl wants that kind of blast from the past.

If you get caught looking twice at another girl walking along the beach, be prepared for an afternoon spent reassuring us that it was just the waves you were looking at and not her smoking hot body. It’s hard enough braving the beach in a bikini, without having to worry about a set of wandering eyes. No girl wants to feel as though she isn’t good enough for you.

Like I said, jealousy is a curse.

Secondly, girls are fragile creatures. We may put on a brave face and we may act like nothing bothers us, but the truth is we’re all just a little scared.

Scared that you’re hiding something, scared that you lied, scared that really you weren’t over her to begin with, scared that things are too good to be true, scared that you’ll get bored, scared that a better offer might come along, scared that we love you more than you love us, scared that one day something will change, scared that you’ll hurt us, scared that in the end we’ll be left heartbroken.

Just how scary though depends entirely on how much we love you, so I guess in a way you should be flattered.

Thirdly, we know that our fears are more often than not ridiculously crazy and completely irrational, but the truth is we love you, and we all know that love can be more than a little crazy sometimes.

Lastly, like anyone, we have our good days and our bad days. On our good days, which should equate to about 90% of the year, I promise we won’t be jealous at all. We won’t be jealous and we won’t be crazy, instead we’ll be that very same perfectly normal girl that you fell in love with. On our bad days though, we might need more than a little reassuring. So maybe instead of just laughing it off, you could try and remind us of a few things.

Remind us that regardless of how many other girls are in the world, we’re the only one for you. Remind us that no matter how threatened we might feel, in your eyes, no girl has ever been more beautiful. Remind us that although we might be the overly crazy ones, you just happen to be a little bit crazy in love too. Remind us that the reason we believe you’re our Prince Charming, is because you believe we’re your Cinderella. Remind us that happy endings really do exist and that they’re not just something you read about in fairytales.