Bella confusione "beautiful mess" in Italian. My mind is like an episode of hoarders, there's is so much stuffed in there and there are all these thoughts constantly popping in to add to the chaos. Because there's so much happening in there, I sometimes screw up. I lose things, I say stupid stuff, I don't always do everything right. So yes, I am a complete and total mess. BUT I'm a beautiful mess.
I look forward to the day when this is said to me and they truly, actually mean it, with their heart and soul. I will feel it and know it to be true, I will know this is not just something they trot out, for whatever reason. I will know, and they will know that we are meant to and want to be together.