Change… at my own pace, please

Once upon a time, I thought I would write loads when I’m in a relationship.

Actually I did write, but the words are all hanging on their dear lives in a word document somewhere. Some of them found themselves stuck in an elongated field on an Excel spreadsheet. I’ve yet to save them and am depending on the powers of M/S’ ability to help the computer remember them.

But for posterity’s sake, they shall find their homes here eventually; it’s back to this place where I speak from my heart most of the time.