(the image is of a Claddagh ring, my ring actually, it’s an Irish symbol of love, friendship and loyalty, I’m only a tiny tiny bit Irish but my mum does have an Irish maiden name, I bought it when my grandad died because it reminds me of him and what a loving person he was, and it reminds me to be selfless and to let others into my heart)
I apologise for there not being a post on Thursday I’ve been
knee-deep waist-deep in coursework and I’ve still got more to do, but anyway!
So this post has been inspired by a few things this week, the first being the events on Monday night in Manchester, I think the whole of the UK is still in shock at the horror of what happened. But in light of this, people have joined together to raise money for the victims and their families, people have got tattoos of bees to show their support and at vigils people have broken out into song, singing Don’t Look Back in Anger. It’s act like this that make you so proud of people you don’t even know, and it certainly makes me proud to be Northern. We’re British and we won’t go quietly.
In my own life this week I was reminded of what love is by two people who mean the world to me, the first being my best friend who when I told her I wanted to cut all my hair off (I’m losing my hair…) her immediate response was that she would too, she said we’d do it together and that she’d be there for me whatever I wanted to do and of course the moment she said this I turned into a crying snotty mess. So if you’re reading this, I want you to know that I’ve never experienced such an act of love and I don’t think you’ll ever fully understand what it means to hear someone say that and I’ll never be able to pay you back for it. But I love you mate, like a ridiculous amount, haha!
The second person is my flatmate, who I met this year, but without her my uni life would not be the same. She’s been there for me on the darkest of days and is probably my number 1 fan. The only person I know who seems to laugh at every single thing I say and is always there to pick me up when I’m down. She’s there to remind me that I’m crazy but it’s okay because she’s just as mad. She moved out the flat this weekend and it absolutely broke my heart. She then sent me these two pictures and I cried even more!
This is what she wrote in her notebook/diary and again as soon as I started reading it, I cried like an idiot. (Worraz is a private joke we have) Again if you’re reading this, I want you to know that I love you and I don’t think I’d be where I am right now without you!
I can honestly say, outside of my family, I have never felt so much love and it makes me so happy to know that there are some amazing people out there who genuinely care.
So if you’re reading this, tell someone you love them because it’s important and it might just make their day/week/month maybe even their life!