The heart is content when it is loved; both by the self and by someone that makes it all worth it.
PS: That was how I started a post, a few weeks back, and never got around to finishing it.
PPS: I’ve slacked off on the Journaling365 project, not for want of ideas or a lack of words to say, but because of an overflow of both. There has been so much going on, and my mind is working through so many emotions, that the hand couldn’t keep up. I’m hoping the next few days will sum it all up.
Pics4mSwiss: Ivy hangs from the entrance facade at the Youth Hostel, Lausanne.