There is a picnic in my heart. Someone has laid down a feast of love. Underneath the snowy blanket is a pinic blanket with treats like patience, hope, smiles and warm embraces.
This is my February wish: a picnic of love. I dream of boxes of heart shaped memories and melt in my heart kind words to melt away the snow. February is a good a month as any to wish for love.
I'm not wishing for love between lovers. I want something more substantial than that. I want a love that is so boundless, so seeped in honesty and knowing that it leaves the heart no room for anything else.
Trench Coat: Gift
Boots: Charlotte Russe