Without wanting to sound arrogant, I don’t particularly want to know what viewers think of me- and I don’t believe it does you any favours, knowing that people really like you or really hate you. I’m just happy to get on with doing what I do. I’m just doing my job, which is something I thoroughly enjoy.
One of the nicest feelings?? Is when a friend remembers the thing you really don’t like and/or the thing you really like without being prompted for a reminder. Like if my own family can’t remember a simple, yet vital thing to my personality, why would other people? And yet they do… and its just… really nice
His eyes dart over
me, from my soaked hair to my mud-stained robe, absorbing me in jerky motions
as if he can’t catch all of me at once. When he meets my gaze, his shock ebbs
away in favor of a look I’ve never seen on him. One I always dreamed of seeing.
He’s looking at me
now like he loves me, and he doesn’t care who sees.