"I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love." (Stephanie Georgopulos, Thought Catalogue)
Was browsing through my email blog feeds when I came across Tara's post last Friday on 'a Tuesday kind of love'... I got so intrigued that I clicked on her link, read and was hooked. Just like that.
A really good piece of writing tugs your heartstrings. Whether it evokes happy or sad memories, a beautiful piece just reels you in. It makes your world stop for a while, with dormant feelings and memories rushing as every word sinks into your consciousness. And I must say - my heart couldn't help smiling in agreement with wanting this kind of love.
