Under The Tuscan Sun.

Has it really been a year?

I took on the real world, 

Got to say I kicked some ass. 

I've got the black eye to prove it. 

Got a cold compress?

I needed to come back, 

Needed to put my feet back on the ground again. 

Fold in my wings,

And sit back for a while.

Learned a few lessons

And I'm a little worse for the wear.

But I'm still banking that he loves me, 

Or at least that's the joke of the day. 

I'm hanging my hat for a bit, 

Long enough to realize the sky is blue

And so are your eyes. 

The grass has never looked so greener. 

Bedhead.