My friends, family, past boyfriends and my husband all say I'm so different to most people and thats why they love me. I grew up thinking it was an insult when someone would say I was different. Now I see it as a compliment. I like being different.
I look out at the steady rain. A gust of wind blows and John shivers beside me. I wrap the thin blanket around him tighter, and continue to watch the heavy rain. "Living it up" I murmur. ~ this picture is a inspiration for my newest story:)