I am in love. It’s no secret that I’m a fuzzy, cheesy, hopeless romantic. I sniffle and weep when I see crinkles at the corner of eyes and imagine it’s all possible because someone loves that person. I swoon when I day-dream of dancing in the rain and twirling in the arms of my prince, my hero. I’ve let my mind be filled with fairy-tales and golden-hued scenes of happily ever after since I first saw Cinderella. I’m one of those girls who doesn’t hide…Continue Reading “Everything Makes Sense When You’re With Me”