Hey guys!

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Eeeeek super exciting to be back and writing for you again! ✨

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So, whilst before I was only publishing business and mindset blogs - I'm now revealing parts of my upcoming Romance Novel (gasp!).

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I'm truly overwhelmed by the response already and am so glad to be back.

Not only to be back but to feel truly connected to what I'm writing by adding in some of my romance! ❤️

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So, without further adieu, let's go!

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Anger.

Hurt.

Ridicule.

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Three emotions I felt that night.

Watching him with other girls...

Oh, there it goes again. I thought.

Anger.

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I wanted to look at her and scream.

Scream and tell her he was mine.

Tell her to move her damned fake self away from my love.

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I begun to imagine how it would play out.

'He doesn’t call you when he’s down' I'd begin shouting.

'You're not the first person he wants to tell all his new ideas to. The person he depends on'. I'd finish, pointing at her through my narrowed eyes.

It’s not you.

It’s me.

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'He’s MINE!' I desperately wanted to scream.

But I didn't.

Because what good would that do.

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'He's mine'. My words echoed through my mind.

I sighed.

But he wasn’t mine.

Not really.  

We were in some weird reality, halfway between happy and sad.  

We belonged together, yet we weren’t.

‘Timing’ we told ourselves.

But truthfully I think we were just two people too scared to face the facts and the feelings.

Too afraid to embark on a journey with the possibility of heartbreak.

We didn't want to lose each other.

And for two people currently in different cities we seemed to do a lot together.

And even when we didn’t, we relived those experiences through each other’s words.

We told each other everything.

Well, mostly everything.

Everything but how we felt.

We knew how we felt, we didn’t have to say it.

I used to love it that way.

Until I found myself wanting more.

A dangerous game.

I should have given up then and there, but I didn’t.

I never did.

I’d come so close to giving up on him countless times, but I never did.

There was something about him, something that wouldn’t let me.

Believe me, I’d tried…

But every time I did, there’d be yet another reason for me to be proud of him.

And my God did I just end up falling harder.

Watching him pull his event together was beautiful.

I’d watched all his ideas come to life, but this one was different. It fuelled him like never before.

I could see it in his eyes.

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The way he talked.

The way his aura surrounded him that night.

He looked up around the coach, grinning from ear to ear.

I could feel his happiness radiating.

It was contagious.

I smiled too, I couldn’t help it.

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It was magical.

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And from that moment onwards, I didn't stop smiling.

Because that, was the moment I realised I was in love with him.

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