Love In A Hopeless Place This is #poem all about love. Not the fictional, girly, film type love. Real love. It was a month or so back. I'd been dumped. My heart broken, I was severely ill. And hopeless for anything good to come of #life. I became like clockwork. College. Work. Sleep. College. Work. Sleep. I'd tick along wearing a mask. People believed I was okay. Little did they see the pain underneath. Or the nights spent, contemplating my #life. I was lost.. So so lost. Until he rescued me. One night. I was working. I do that a lot. Work. Mainly night shifts to pay for my future. He came in and up to the till and smiled. "You look knackered" He said. I shrugged it off and smiled like with any customer that questioned my status of "being okay" He wouldn't have it. "No really! You look like you need a drink!" I stopped and our eyes locked I smiled but I'd started to tear up. "I'm okay, promise" He took my hand and slid me a piece of paper. "Next Saturday, film, drinks, me and you!" And with that he was gone and all I was left with was a piece of paper with his number on. My #life was about to change. So the next Saturday arrived. I finished up at work and came out to find him waiting. "Hey you" he cried.. "Fancy a drink before the film?" We sat for a couple of hours and he walked me back. I changed and off we went.. The film was great and the cocktails even better. And as I left to grab my cab, he kissed me. Then whispered in my ear, "Now you're okay, you're practically glowing" It was true, I felt like a well oiled car that had the final polish. We dated some more, he bought me presents in hospital and has never stopped showing he cares. So if you'd asked me a month or so back. Do you believe in love at first sight? Or true love? Unconditional love? I'd have laughed and told you the only person you should truly love and 100% rely on is yourself.. Ask me now.. I'll tell you this. Love is a flower, a blossom, if tampered with it'll become delicate and fragile, but the right person, to catch it and nurture it, it can grow, and blossom and form into the most beautiful flower. For no reason, at any time, because it's right. I'm the flower, and he the hands and I've blossomed. I've grown. My health still may be poor. But dear god, I've never felt so alive. Nor so in love.