Heart on my sleeve
‘I just love, love. Is that an issue?’ I asked, bringing myself back to the conversation, looking into Amber’s large chestnut brown eyes and seeing her amusement lingering in them.
‘No! You totally do you. Just guess I’ve never met somebody who wears their heart on their sleeve.’
I nodded, biting my lip—and my tongue. Not that she meant any harm by her words, and to an extent, I understood what she was getting at. I wore my heart on my sleeve. I believed that love could be around any corner and that we should always be open to it, and I would never be ashamed of that, either.
‘Well, get used to it,’ I said, locking my arm through hers. ‘It’s just who I am.’
Until next time,
