Roses are red. Violets are blue. Crap, I might actually really like you.

During my tumultuous journey to find a suitable companion to grow old and miserable with, I ended up kissing quite a few toads (serves me right for having always looked for love in the swamp). Having been single for a number of years and having virtually no luck in the love department, I was finally … Continue reading Roses are red. Violets are blue. Crap, I might actually really like you.