“Cause I’ve been waiting all day for the night
And I don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right
Cause wakin’ up with you here by my side,
Is worth it all, in the end, in the morning light”
I used to think that only if I lived my life as I used to see on Instagram I’ll be happy and fulfilled. Last evening I tried cooking and I got a bad injury because of the steam (I am really not a great cook). I overreacted. I was yelling and crying that it hurts. Well, it did. But I’m such a child sometimes. You put up with so much drama. You turned upside down the huge box full of medicines, band aids and so on. Nothing for my burned finger. That was it, I said to myself, I was going to die, no one could do anything. Drama all the way. omg. You took the car despite me asking you not to. During the time you were gone I tried to relax, to breathe, to chill a bit. It took me a while to relax and re-think my attitude. You came back with the only thing that calmed my pain. You calmed my pain. Thank you for not listening to me when I’m being insane.
You’ll never see this kind of love on instagram. The histerical cries, the needy parts, the depressing thoughts. Cause love is messy, full package of tears, despair, compromises. And little moments of joy, little moments of relief, little moments of love and everything. And when you put all the little things together you get happiness. The non-Instagrammy one. The real one.
Named after its once flourishing wineries – bodegas – Setenil is probably unique among the pueblos blancos, white villages, of Andalucia. Where most pueblos blancos were built on protective bluffs and pinnacles, this town grew out of a network of caves in the cliffs above the rio Trejo north-west of Ronda. Its blinding white houses seem to emerge from the rocks, and some have rock roofs and even olive groves on their roofs. By John Gill
“We’ve been friends for 43 years. Every few years, we meet for a few hours, and pick right back up.”
Friends are not always the people you see everyday.