jordyn . caryss

I can’t honestly remember a time I was this incredibly happy. Every minute spent is so fantastic and every minute spent apart is just excruciating build up for the next minute spent. I have laughed more in the last six months than I have in an entire lifetime. I have been goofy and not cared. I have had my wit matched and even beat some days. I have tried new things and learned to be more carefree and adventurous.  I have added to my “life list”. 

I go to bed every night with just the dopiest smile on my face, which just becomes increasingly more dopey when I am snuggled up in his arms. Luckily for me, that’s damn near every night. 

Cheers to some of my best spent months, and cheers to what I hope to be a lot more.

I am lucky. 

I am so fucking lucky. 

And we both go down together,

We’d stay there forever.

Just try to get up.

And I’m sorry, that this wasn’t easy,

When I asked you believe me,

And never let go.

I wish dancing was the same now as it was in the eighties… No worries about looking “sexy” or “dumb”. Just straight up dancing. Arms flailing, feet kicking, good ole’ dancing.

I forgot how much I love autumn. 

It’s something about the crispness of the air that forces two hands to clutch tighter a midst a frenzy of red and gold. It’s something about the morning dew on the yellowing grass once the temperature begins to dip below a nipping five degrees at night. It’s something about the monotonous task of raking leaves…and the satisfaction of messing them right back up again. It’s something about the easy amusement of the crunching of leaves beneath ones feet. 

Red noses and ears. Jacketed figures. Warm colours. Mini-mitted hands.

Summer gives me no love fever…simply hay fever.

Autumn and I however, have a history of romance. And as the leaves turn more each day, I revisit a few good memories to remind me that the colours red and gold almost always hold something in store for me.