Of Daffodils and Dancing

I haven't actually written in quite a long time (a week, to be precise), due to Extreme Business on my part. But now i am writing to say that my long-term obsession with J has now come to an end. A final and complete end. An overall stop. In fact, for now I am going to be focusing on the important things: my writing, my friends, the fact that spring has indeed now sprung, and, alas, My Prince, things such as that. Speaking of spring springing (teehee), I never thought daffodils and magnolia flowers ( such as the ones blooming in my front yard), as well as the sun looming over the clouds and finally (after quite a long struggle) managing to peak out, could give as much delight as it has. Perhaps I have finally learned to enjoy the simple things in life. On the subject of enjoyment, I went to a dance last night. In past dances I have attended, I haven't actually really done any dancing. This time, however, I danced for almost the entire thing (except for the slow songs, because I don't have anyone to dance with), and had more fun than I ever have in my entire life (well, possibly). But, alas, the magnolias call me, and I feel I must get up off of this computer chair and out and about.

Delightedly,
Rosie L.