In my eyes

I cant help but scream that I have the most wonderful man on this planet. Why? Well…

Yesterday was my birthday. It started with a surprise basket of red roses in the morning as soon as I stepped into the office from my beau. And the card! Oh my! The card was a size infinity card. So large, and the words, so intense and so true.

And when evening came, I was whisked off to a five star hotel for a wonderful meal and then just when I was thinking that this was too good to be true, the lights dim and I hear loud drums and people start singing happy birthday while walking towards me carrying a cake. Wow. You can imagine by now i’m on cloud nine. I’ve only seen that in the movies and well, I never thought it would be happening to me. And then to crown the evening off, I traveled home in a London taxi, something I’d always wanted to do but never got around to.

Of course the rest of the day was wonderful. My friends either passed by or sent me texts, my aunty bought me a cake which was gorged down by people in the office and I got quite a number of gifts (Infact I ended up having 3 cakes on that day). Mom made me a fantastic dinner which I only sampled because I was already so full. In other words I had a wonderful day but what made it so spectacular was the amount of thought heartbeat put into it. He wanted it to be soo perfect, and guess what heartbeat, it was much more than that. It was ideal. Thanks for making my birthday a fairy tale.

Dear Heartbeat,

Im sitting here thinking about sunday and how one year has gone by so fast. Im thinking how you go out of your way to surprise me and in the process create unforgettable memories. Then nostlagia sweeps in: the suprise birthday party, kitale, our first kiss… Wow! We’ve come from far. You remember how we thought this would never be, the stress… But it’s happening, and it’s great.

I like the way you love, the way you care and the way you show it. How you want the whole world to know. The intensity i see when you look into my eyes…

Your kind nature, and yet you get nothing in return. How you listen, really listen even when im probably boring you to death complaining about one thing or another. The way you jazz me without even trying, the way you make me smile in the oddest of circumstances. You’re the only person i know who can make me laugh in the middle of tears. How you hold me and i feel like everything is gonna be alright. Your unpretence, your sweet nature, your machoness, your gentleness.

I like your ambition, your drive, your confidence. . And yet you still want the best for everyone around you. You inspire me, you motivate me, you encourage me. I like how you believe in me and make me believe in myself more. You’re a true friend. What we have, it goes beyonds…

If I could begin to express my thanks,

The list would be endless,

Just knowing you amounts to so much,

And having you is heaven.

And maybe due to pride,

I sometimes seem to hide,

But this one thing, I want you to know,

I’m grateful for the fact that you’re a part of my life

And if ever given a chance

To reverse and start again,

I’d choose you over and over.

Im enjoying this journey. Every single bit of it. Every moment.

I love you teddy bear.

© Dedicated to Heartbeat

I’ve always loved to write. You could call it a passion. But it’s the only time, i can freely express myself. And it’s fun too. I hold all sorts of conversations on paper. But mostly, i just speak to myself, about me. When i’m faced with a situation, I argue it out on paper until i finally make sense of it and get a solution (or so i tell myself). When i’m extremely happy, i write it all down. When i’m sad and troubled, you guesed it… i write it down. So i’ve decided to take this a step further and have a blog where i can put down my words and my thoughts on life as i see it and im really excited about this. 4sheezy! But its never easy to pour out your heart to blank impersonal pieces of paper (or in this case web pages) and i’ve found myself having to write and re-write, and then think about it and finally decide that ‘i’m not gonna let the world know that’. So i erase it then decide ‘who cares?’ and write it all over again.