So as it happens life is not all it has cracked up to be. And by the way I'm not as depressive as that statement sounds. But it is true. Let's go to the start; firstly it was him. Name TBD. I fell for a man whom I knew I could have yet, he did not want me. He just simply used me as his plaything, at the start he truly meant it but towards the end all he felt was dominance and I felt concerned. One day it was like I woke up and knew in a type of Eureka-moment that it wasn't his heart which ruled his movements. So I left and did what any other woman in that situation would do. Start afresh.
That is how I have come to write this, the tales of a woman who was lost in love, is lost in life and is going to be lost in the world; London, Lisbon or even New Orleans. Not in the sense that I need a really good map or that I should ask a person for directions but where I go to a city where I will be overwhelmed by its culture, it's people and most definitely, it's food.
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