Just the Way You Are

by Beth Moran

I wasn’t sure what I enjoyed most – doing what I liked, or finally discovering what it was I liked to do.

felt a fleeting pang of regret that I had no one to share this with, before shaking my head at the concept that you have to share something in order

fully appreciate it. I’d experienced a moment of magic, and that was something to treasure.

there are imperfect, mixed-up, complicated people everywhere. People who are simply doing the best they can to shake off whatever’s been dumped on them, pick themselves up and keep on going.

‘Because a tiny chance is still a chance. And that makes it worth it.’

I want my adventures to be right here, to put down roots and build something solid that will last. Is there a bigger risk than choosing to be yourself, however boring or peculiar that might be, and allowing other people to know that person, while committing to loving them for the long haul?

It was the kind of kiss that made a woman believe dreams can come true, after all.