Is it?

What follows is a piece i found on a friend's website. It's titled Is it love?

It made me feel for those searching for love while reminding me why i am still in love.


Is it love?

When she walks away from you mad
[ Follow her ]

When she stares at your mouth
[ Kiss her ]

When she pushes you away
[ Grab her and dont let go ]

When she's quiet
[ Ask her whats wrong ]

When she ignores you
[ Give her your attention ]

When she pulls away
[ Pull her back ]

When you see her at her worst
[ Tell her she's beautiful ]

When you see her start crying
[Just hold her and dont say a word ]

When you see her walking
[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]

When she's scared
[ Protect her ]

When she lays her head on your shoulder
[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]

When she steals your favorite hat
[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]

When she teases you
[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]

When she doesnt answer for a long time
[ reassure her that everything is okay ]

When she says that she likes you
[ she really does more than you could understand ]

When she grabs at your hands
[ Hold hers and play with her fingers ]

When she bumps into you
[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]

When she tells you a secret
[ keep it safe and untold ]

When she looks in your eyes
[ don't look away until she does ]

When you break her heart
[ the pain never really goes away ]

When she is away
[Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.]

When she's mad
[hug her tight and don't let go]

When she says she's ok
[dont believe it, talk with her]

On her Birthday
[Call her at 12:00am to tell her you love her]

When you're apart
[Call her before you sleep and after you wake up]

When you prioritize
[Treat her like she's all that matters to you.]

When she is sick
[Stay up all night with her]

When she asks
[Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.]

When she's bored and sad
[ hang out with her.]

When she doubts
[show her she's important.]

When she misses you
[ she's hurting inside ]

There's no such thing as an Irish alcoholic.. Hic-up

It would seem the festive season has passed for many, but here in the Emerald Isle, the party never ends. It has been go go go since i arrived here on December 19th and i thought the passing of little Christmas would bring a sense of normality back to life, but i forget myself, incessant drinking and partying is more than a social activity, its our culture- and i love it.

Prior to my return to Dublin, I must admit i was a little nervous about what I'd find after a year abroad. I was sure everything would have changed and the people i knew and loved would have cast me to the back of their minds and evolved into individuals to which i could no longer relate. Happily, this is not the case, and after a few jars with some familiar faces, i felt like i never even left.

I still laugh with the same friends, drink in the same bars, and stagger by the friendly chip shop on the way through those winding windy streets.

My fears of disassociation dissolved quite quickly when I met close friends and promptly became totally intoxicated. I did, however, suffer the embarrassment of being drunk under the table by my parents- who are both rounding their 50s. Although i suppose they do have experience on their side.

Happily for me, tomorrow i shall have the opportunity to charge the batteries and avoid all reckless, yet lovable, behavior.

This weekend is gearing up to be a wild one as i willingly fall off the wagon and into dark nights and short days that stir memories of my not so distant youth.

I'll post pics as soon as i find the time transfer them from my camera.

Slan abhaile

Nat